We've been having stunning weather the past few days. Yesterday afternoon, in celebration of a long productive desk-day, I took a walk around with my camera while chickpeas boiled away on the stove. I brought Diesel out for some sunshine, too. Tried to get a picture of him laying down in the orchard, or rolling in the mowed grass, but as soon as he heard me approaching with the camera he righted himself and walked off.
So the best shot I got was this.
Things are really looking good out in the orchard. The little islands of biodiversity I've planted around each tree-- chives to repel bugs, comfrey to break up the hardpan and serve as living mulch, lemon balm and speedwell because they're pretty and I have a lot of them, and lupines to fix nitrogen-- are flourishing, and I can only hope that soon the flourish will spread to the little trees as well. I'm in no rush, really. Whether they bear in three years or thirteen, we'll all get there eventually.
The garden is looking late-summer woolly, full of crabgrass and spent flower-stalks. I've been clearing ground, bit-by-bit, and planting rows of cold-weather things. Beets and carrots, in the middle of this photograph, and yesterday I planted mache, Asian greens, and more kale. Never enough kale.
Broccoli. Twenty-four plants I set in April, which have been growing strong all summer. I cut them back pretty hard in mid-July, when the hot drought was making them leggy. Now, with some rain and cooler temps they're back to cranking out the tasty.
Slowly, the balance is shifting from outdoors to in.