A Tinge of Autumn

There’s quite a chill in the air this morning. I donned my heavier sweater, and the kids are off to school, bounding along the walkway in front of the house. An effervescent train, they are, their daily cacophony measuring time.

Yesterday I spied a tinge of color in a tree, her green, ebullient “summer do” daubed with yellow sprinkles. Autumn’s near, for sure, and Oh the excitement the cooling air can bring! A surge of adrenaline the hotter sun had drained away is coursing through all the living - anticipating, preparing for change. Though the sun be as hot today as ever, yet again in the morning we’ll feel it anew - the change of air and a quickening.

I’m feeling sad to say goodbye to the burgeoning of summertime, its warmth, brightness and ease. But enough for now of doleful thought! There’s green in the fields and tomatoes galore, and the squash are turning their golden colors. Potatoes are fat in the earth below, and apples fall by the bushel!

Enjoy! Enjoy - the later summertime, and to the harvest all arms employ -
‘til pantries packed and full with store we greet dear autumn content once more!

Time for Tea: Bouquet of Basil

Do you enjoy basil? It seems that nothing invigorates the senses and imagination more than a freshly picked bouquet of Sweet Basil on a warm summer’s day. And it’s so easy to grow, thriving in the garden this time of year. Mine is desperately in need of harvesting so I can begin the drying process, which I do in the garage by laying the small clippings across a horizontal wire frame. 

The basil caught my eye the other day as I was pondering possibilities for morning tea. I’ve been looking for a caffeine-free tea that I can enjoy, something aromatic that triggers my senses. But I want an earthy palette, not a sweet or fruity flavor. I love green teas, but I’ve found that the caffeine-free varieties still contain enough of the drug to render me zingy-headed and sleepless at night.  

And if I can grow the plants myself, all the better! I spied the basil with its abundance of greenery and aroma and thought - why not give it a try? I returned to the house and pulled out a supply of last year’s basil, dried and packed into a mason jar. I placed several of the aging, brittle leaves into a cup and steeped them in hot water for 5 minutes. Magically the brown, crumply leaves were restored to their original, vibrant ardor and the brew released an aroma every bit as rich and deep as the verdant green plants out in the garden. I inhaled the deeply fragrant aroma and allowed my mind flow on its billowy swells.

I’ve found my morning tea!

The Okra Monster!

The Okra Monster has arrived!  That’s ME this time of year when the okra is coming in like gangbusters and I hungrily gulp large servings of the toothsome delicacy.  Nothing tastes better than vine ripened tomatoes and fried okra & onions, and often that’s all I have on my plate!  I love okra, but I hate to pick it!  If harvesting the daily supply of okra from the back garden has ever been the straw YOU’VE drawn, then you know exactly what I mean!

The venture begins with a joyful wondering at the ample daily production of slender green pods and with adoring the buttery colored blossoms and the broad and shady,  palm-shaped leaves, only to end with a highly anxious run back to the house while clutching a hand that quickly has become aflame with horrific itching and burning sensations.  Other parts of the body commence to seethe, as well, and you imagine you’ve either waded through a dense thicket of poison ivy or that YOU’RE now the one being attacked by the okra monster!

The culprit isn’t a monster, however, but a proteolytic (protein breaking) enzyme in okra that causes contact dermatitis and skin lesions.  The best defense is to wear rubber gloves while picking the okra, or even an old sock will do - especially on the hand that holds the pods while cutting them from the stems - and then wash your hands thoroughly when the chore is complete.  If you’ve already got a bad case of contact dermatitis from your daily okra forays, rubbing jewelweed soap onto the moistened skin and allowing it to dry works well at dousing the flames.  If you don’t have jewelweed soap, try using any fragrance-free bar soap that you have on hand.

Happy okra picking - and EATING!!!

...chomp...chomp...chomp...

Purslane - Good to Eat!

Chances are you’ve seen purslane, a succulent herb, growing around your garden or sprouting in cracks in the drive, emerging as tiny sprigs with a few shiny, oval leaves and the capacity to grow into low-growing, bush-like plants two to three feet in diameter.  I used to pull purslane from my garden, thinking it a weed of little use other than housing for the beetles and bugs trying to eat away at my produce.  Then a friend of mine informed me that it is an edible plant, and highly nutritious, in fact, filled with omega-3-fatty acids like those found in salmon.

Turns out the plant has quite a long and noble history, known to the ancient Greeks as a treatment for wounds, fever, stomach aches, hemorrhoids, and "maladies of women".  Purslane is known as a treatment for psoriasis, and may be helpful in controlling arthritic inflammation as it contains alpha-linolenic acid, one of the highly sought-after omega-3 fatty acids.  It also is very high in amino acids, calcium and vitamin C.

Now I allow purslane to grow freely in the nooks and crannies of the garden.  I don’t have to plant it, as it pops up on its own in late spring and early summer wherever there are bare and sunny patches of soil.  It not only provides excellent ground cover, but also affords many light and tasty summer meals.  It has a mild flavor and makes excellent salads, though I’ve read that it’s also good sauteed or pickled.  Purslane pairs especially well with apples, nuts and feta cheese.  Below are a couple of the salads I enjoy on a regular basis, and you can find many more Purslane Recipes on the web.

PAMELA’S PURSLANE - FETA SALAD

Purslane, cut into 1 or 2 inch sprigs
Apples, chopped
Oranges, chopped
Almonds, slivered
Feta cheese, crumbled
Salt & Pepper, to taste
Dressing:  Mash & wisk a little feta into a little water.

PAMELA’S CREAMY PURSLANE SALAD

Purslane, cut into 1 or 2 inch sprigs
Apples, chopped
Golden raisins
Roasted peanuts
Salt & Pepper
Cinnamon
Mayonnaise

Flying Lessons

Only a few short weeks after the doves built their nest outside my office window, the shallow patch of twigs they so constantly tended is empty now, and I can’t help but feel sad at the loss, and a twinge of loneliness.  The two baby doves required only days to grow from bobbing tuffs of fluff to handsome, miniature versions of the doting adults.  They chafed impatiently at the confines of the nest, stretching their wings long as if to say “they're made for flying - let’s go! let’s go!”  I remember the morning the parents left their young alone for the first time.  The adults  stood bolt-still aside the nest for a full ten minutes, sensing the danger and difficulty of the leap they were about to take, and then surged into the air together, allowing the fledglings a cooler distance that encouraged them further in their flying lessons.  But the parents weren’t far away, re-emerging minutes later on a nearby branch and calling “whoo-WHY-uh, whoo-WHY”, as if to say “come on now!  come on!”.  One of the youngsters finally fluttered two or three feet to a nearby branch and perched there a long while, pruning and preening before the return trip home, and then the parent returned, as well, with an affirming “whoo-WOW-whoo-whoo”, or “How-WELL-you’ve-done!”, and then the calming “whoo-WHAH-whoo-whoo-whoo”, as if to say “That’s-ALL-for-now-now!”

I found that observing their daily routine encouraged me in my own endeavors, many of which are as new to me as the trees and skies are to the baby doves.  Seek a balance in your activities, they seemed to say - no need to scale all the hurdles altogether.  But do a little each day, as you feel the energy rise in your wings.  Fly to the branch in front of you.  Sit there for awhile and enjoy the view.  Prune.  You don’t have to be the first out of the nest.  All the nestlings make it - at their own pace.  Just do what you can do each day, eat well, take time to snuggle, and get plenty of rest.   There are storms to weather, naps to take, and there’s time.  There’s plenty of time.  Tomorrow you’ll fly again to the nearest branch, then a familiar thing, and from there you’ll see another, and then another, ‘til at the edge of your familiar home you’ll look upwards to the huge expanse of sky for the first time and throw your voice outward in amazement and joy, and your wings will follow.  You’ll surprise yourself at your capacities, and oh, my - the fun! the fun! - whirling through the air, weightless and free!  You’ll not pine for the nest any longer, then.  Far below, it will appear a cramped and little thing.  You’ll prefer to soar, soar in the sun, and the rain will flow from your back and the thunder will be like a clap of the wind, cheering you on and on.  And that’s where you’ll belong - soaring and twirling your dance in the air, and your song will lead others to the waters you’ve found and you’ll share them.  You’ll share it all!