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Here's One Way I Gather My Own Gentle Wind

October 20,2024,

 Hi again, I surround myself with nature rather than people. Then I work with her. Often the net result is that I feel better, and our larder gets a refill. 

October 20,2024, Hi again, I surround myself with nature rather than people. Then I work with her. Often the net result is that I feel better, and our larder gets a refill. Sweet And Hot Pepper Sauce Take today, after breakfast it was time to feed the geese and the fish. In the process I discovered a fresh goose egg. For those of you who have never had the pleasure; a goose egg can be up to three times the size of a chicken egg. Added benefit, the yolk is deepest dark and bright yellow, with a velvet smooth texture and a taste to die for. The egg will be part of tonight's dinner. After feeding the fish and geese it was time to transplant two pepper plants. While it wasn't a particularly hard task it was sensuous to an amazing degree. The warm, dark, moist soil, opening up to my hands, the scent of fresh earth, the smell of the pepper plants. All of these and so much more made for a remarkable time in the garden. One of the rare benefits of old age is the need to go slower. Which in this case just means the pleasures last that much longer. After transplanting it was back to the house time. Once inside I saw the pile of sweet and hot peppers M'Lady had collected the other day. I also remembered that our hot sauce supply was running low. Bak to the garden, collect a few more peppers. Then back to the kitchen I headed. M'Lady washed the pot. (not sexist, I tend to drop things, and the pot is glass) Some apple cider vinegar plus a dash of white vinegar. Three types of peppers and one bender later the pot is on the stove and slowly simmering. Before I would have named it tabasco sauce. Now with the changes to the standard recipe it is named sweet and hot pepper sauce. But call it what you will we now have another months' supply of delicious hot sauce. Tomorrow or maybe the next day, with just a dollop of luck we'll be harvesting wing beans. Another month or so and the sweet potatoes could be ready to harvest. I could go on, but you get the idea. I get to immerse myself in Mother Nature through our luxuriously overgrown garden, our larder is enhanced, and I just feel better for getting away from the world and its problems. I wish that I was a poet or a better wordsmith. Perhaps in time I shall be. but for now, all I can do is hope that I have shared a bit of what the garden means for my sanity. Bringer Of The Gentle Wind
Sweet And Hot Pepper Sauce

Take today, after breakfast it was time to feed the geese and the fish. In the process I discovered a fresh goose egg. For those of you who have never had the pleasure; a goose egg can be up to three times the size of a chicken egg. Added benefit, the yolk is deepest dark and bright yellow, with a velvet smooth texture and a taste to die for. The egg will be part of tonight's dinner. 

After feeding the fish and geese it was time to transplant two pepper plants. While it wasn't a particularly hard task it was sensuous to an amazing degree. The warm, dark, moist soil, opening up to my hands, the scent of fresh earth, the smell of the pepper plants. All of these and so much more made for a remarkable time in the garden. One of the rare benefits of old age is the need to go slower. Which in this case just means the pleasures last that much longer.  

After transplanting it was back to the house time. Once inside I saw the pile of sweet and hot peppers M'Lady had collected the other day. I also remembered that our hot sauce supply was running low. 

Bak to the garden, collect a few more peppers. Then back to the kitchen I headed. M'Lady washed the pot. (not sexist, I tend to drop things, and the pot is glass) Some apple cider vinegar plus a dash of white vinegar. Three types of peppers and one bender later the pot is on the stove and slowly simmering. Before I would have named it tabasco sauce. Now with the changes to the standard recipe it is named sweet and hot pepper sauce. But call it what you will we now have another months' supply of delicious hot sauce. 

Tomorrow or maybe the next day, with just a dollop of luck we'll be harvesting wing beans. Another month or so and the sweet potatoes could be ready to harvest. I could go on, but you get the idea. I get to immerse myself in Mother Nature through our luxuriously overgrown garden, our larder is enhanced, and I just feel better for getting away from the world and its problems.  

I wish that I was a poet or a better wordsmith. Perhaps in time I shall be. but for now, all I can do is hope that I have shared a bit of what the garden means for my sanity.

Bringer Of The Gentle Wind
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