This, right here, right now, is my favorite time of year to be a vegetable gardener.
This is the average between the peaks of two curves: the peak of beauty and the peak of bounty.
With a vegetable garden that is more of an edible landscape than a food plot—this is my grand finale.
Late summer isn’t always pretty. The weather is heavy on both me and my plants. Before long, we’ll both wilt into our post-production exhaustion, but in these middlemost days of August, shopping for my dinner has never been prettier.
After a long day at work, nothing feels more nourishing than walking the isles of my garden barefoot, filling my dinner basket with fresh herbs, vine-ripened heirloom tomatoes and an assortment of colorful edibles.
The artwork I create on my dinner plate each night is simple, healthy and handsome enough to let me pretend I’m dining at a five-star slow-food restaurant.
These are the days that make every bug bite, nettle-sting, sod-filled fingernail, sunburned shoulder, and squished cabbage worm—seem so worth it!
Hi Annie,
Annika said I should look at your photos and I must say that one of my baskets has never looked so good. I’m tickled to death that you are filling it with such beauty. We had one little frost but most things survived and the harvest goes on here too. We’ve been locovores for the month of September. We’ll celebrate on Oct 1st, but in the mean time we’ve eaten really really well.
love, Bliss