on Reading and Writing and All the Speculation In Between
Ironic that it’s been … eight months since my last post, which was titled, apparently fittingly enough, “Burnout.” I have kept meaning to return to the blogging habit, yet somehow that was a hurdle of ever-increasing height. After worrying for a couple of months about KouKi, we finally arranged for a vet visit, to discover…
There was a bit of a storm delay, but we’re aiming for a weekly cadence, so we’ve still managed it. This time we’re talking about our own favorites – books, that is.
Since gardening work has reached a plateau and I needed another way to procrastinate… err… ruminate about writing, I agreed to Gayla’s madcap idea to start a podcast. We recorded our first episode last night: We’ll see whether there’s an appetite to listening to us ramble about things that have pinged our radars, so comment/like/subscribe…
This weekend, for the first time in my life, I harvested artichokes from my garden. Cooking them took significantly less time than it usually does with store-bought artichokes… and when we got past the tougher outer leaves, there were no bristly choke leaves. It was all buttery, juicy, flavorful heart of fresh artichoke–but this time…