I awakened this morning freezing and pulled the third cover over me to warm myself. Of late it is has remained folded at the foot of my bed…just in case. Oh Joy. Following the most god-awful thunder and lightning storm, the cold front from the Midwest arrived. The dogs did their usual ‘hide under the covers’ routine during the worst of the storm, and I lay in bed praying for the electricity.Whereas yesterday morning the temperature on the porch was 90 degrees at six AM, this morning it was a mere 75, and it is raining. Perhaps I will go dancing in the rain, or not, but I am happy to see the weather change.
Heirloom Tomatoes 1 ERD (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
David made it to the Farmer’s market yesterday and found the corn, beans and heirloom tomatoes I requested. He told me the other shoppers were flocking to the big red hybrid tomatoes on another farmer’s stand, but he had my instructions in hand and brought 6 lovely heirloom tomatoes home. Like homely girls with winning personalities, heirloom tomatoes once tasted, become a must for meals.
I served slices of tomato with Mom’s potato salad and braised scallops for lunch yesterday and he said it was the best meal ever. Today, I am fixing the green beans for our lunch and steaming corn on the cob. It’s easy to go vegan when the crops are in. Meanwhile, I fixed Arkansas Patti’s smoothie last night for supper and she is correct you can eat it with a spoon.
Laburnum anagyroides Medik. Laburnum. Flowers. Jardin des Plantes, Paris. Français : Laburnum anagyroides Medik. Cytise – Aubour. Fleurs. Jardin des Plantes, Paris. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Food and temperatures aside, what am I doing with myself? Reading and watching TV of course.
Last night we watched the latest Lewis on PBS Masterpiece Mystery series. One of the characters in this episode (filmed in the Oxford Botanical Garden, a favorite haunt of mine), is a mad medical researcher. The MMR mentions Jacob Boehme’s The Signature of all Things, written in 1621. I actually knew what he was on about because I had taken a course on the History of Science, Europe 1400-1700. Although it is not acknowledged very often today, the men who discovered “science” during this period were searching for a way to communicate with God, and everything they examined in this pursuit served this purpose: the stars, the planets, the light spectrum, plants and gardens. God was to be found in his creation, and surely he left a message for humans.
My paper, entitled “Natural History, Botany and the Garden in the early Modern Period in Europe: From Salutary to Systematic,” earned me an A. Basically, I examined how gardens evolved from apothecary to a recapitulation of the Garden of Eden. The laburnum pictured above figures in the PBS mystery and in the botanic gardens.
Somewhere in these posts, I have written about my Mom, writer of pulp fiction, who banged out story after story on an old typewriter. After she died, I went through her personal effects and although I hauled her papers home with me, I eventually burned most of them. Among the rejection letters, carbon copies of letters written to movie stars and unpublished stories, I found a letter from my daughter to my Mom. Connie wrote the letter when she was about 5, and Mom had saved it although she was pretty much “out of it” toward the end of her life.
I have the little note from Connie with some other papers I saved, such as a letter or two I wrote from camp and regarding my brother Mike (above, Mike and Mom in SC in 1948).