Could There Be A More Ms. Moon Post?

 
I stayed home in Lloyd today and am the better for it. I got a few things done and didn't feel the pressure of having to rush to meet any schedules. A bit of heaven, that. 

I hung laundry on the line for the first time in a while. It's hot here during the days now, up into the eighties, close to ninety. Somewhere around thirty degrees C. But it's still not wicked humid and we've had a nice breeze today so the sheets and tablecloths I hung up got dry very quickly. I wonder what in the world it is that is so damn pleasing to me about drying laundry on a line outside?

It is pragmatic art in motion, an ever-changing prayer flag flying under sky and trees with birds above. 

I got out to the garden before the temperatures reached flesh-cooking levels. I wanted to finish up some weeding and spread a little more leaf mulch. I cannot say it too often- Glen has truly, truly made the garden a thing of beauty this year. 

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That's some healthy looking yellow squash in the foreground with tomatoes and marigolds and potatoes over to the upper right. You can see the green beans climbing the fence. I am expecting blooms any day now. 

Here are some baby tomatoes that are looking good. We have quite a few of those. The peppers and eggplants are coming right along, my zinnias are going to be a merry jumble of color if they keep doing what they are doing, and the okra is coming up. 

If only the garden could always be so filled with hope and promise. We know damn well that in a month, the bugs will be tormenting the plants and us, too, when we go out to work in it. Different bugs but still. The heat will be intolerable. Viruses and fungus are apt to be taking over what the insects don't. But sometimes we get lucky and the tomatoes have a good year and the squash gives us enough for me to make squash soup which is far more delicious than you would believe, and squash croquettes, and squash and onions, and fried squash. I'm talking the yellow crookneck summer squash which has a soft skin, unlike acorn or butternut varieties. And of course there are always the rattlesnake beans but I habitually worry that we will have an off year or that they have given me all the magic I deserve but this is just the way I think, and not necessarily reality. 

I put the new tablecloth on my back porch table and I am so thrilled with it. 

It is perfect. There's something so satisfying about finding a true treasure at a thrift store. Of course, one woman's treasure is another woman's, "Would you look at this hideous thing, Joyce?"
Which is good. If everyone had the same taste, it would be impossible to find the stuff that makes our own hearts happy. And the best part is, you often had no idea you needed something like I needed that tablecloth until you see it. 
"Here I am!" it says. "Take me home. I am yours."
And the price tag says, "$4.99." 

Here's one more thing I did today:

I made Mr. Moon a batch of the life-sustaining cookies that he takes with him on his trips away. Oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chip, pecan. Which means, of course, he is leaving early tomorrow to drive to Nashville to hang out with his good buddies to fish and hang out and maybe play golf and eat the shrimp and oysters he's taking up there and probably meat. 

Bourbon will be involved.

He's only going to be gone for a few days but I really must make my trip to the grocery store for salmon, tofu, and baby peas. 

Right now I am sipping a martini and about to go cook our supper. Line-dried sheets on the bed, sweetness with my husband, a new tablecloth on my table, baby tomatoes in my garden. 

For this very moment, all is quite well. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon