Maybe It Was The Smell Of Ripe Tomatoes, Or The Oriole Singing, Or That Certain Slant Of Light On A Yellow

“Maybe it was the smell of ripe tomatoes, or the oriole singing, or that certain slant of light on a yellow afternoon and the beans hanging thick around me. It just came to me in a wash of happiness that made me laugh out loud, startling the chickadees who were picking at the sunflowers, raining black and white hulls on the ground. I knew it with a certainty as warm and clear as the September sunshine. The land loves us back. She loves us with beans and tomatoes, with roasting ears and blackberries and birdsongs. By a shower of gifts and a heavy rain of lessons. She provides for us and teaches us to provide for ourselves. That’s what good mothers do.”

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

I’ve named this Half-Ass Relish because it’s a bunch of small quantities of vegetables all mixed 😂

oh to be a little frog swimming amongst the pondweed

Imaginary Spaces 59 (2024)

Tuesdays and Thursdays are for sensory play! My 5 month old had much more fun with whipped cream while my 16 month old currently prefers to tinker in the garden.