There was a whopper of a storm today.
“A TERRIFIC storm,” some might say.
Heads nearly rolled!
Tattered tomato plants, the potatoes even worse. Battered squash. Shredded corn leaves. Some carnage.
Matter of factly, Pachamama served up a sumptuous bowl of hail soup,
as the garden reeked of decimated dill and mint and onion.
Inspired, in a wild way
invigorated by the storm, I pulled a can of organic white beans from the pantry, roasted a couple of onions and carrots with a fresh turkey kielbasa drizzled with olive oil and scattered with pepper and rosemary – then feasted.
And my old friend the Gnome, stalwart chap that he is, kept smiling through it all.
I guess he just can’t help it.
God bless him – because the garden truly looks a sight.