Hallelujah!HaleLUJah!

This is my first harvest from the Summer Garden…

Aren’t those just about the most perfect peppers you’ve ever seen? Perfect for salsa, tacos, friends on the porch, and everything summer. Tomatoes, eggplant, cucumbers, and melon on the way!

The Greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

It’s about that time again

A gloomy Memorial day weekend? A bit mean-spirited if you ask me.

I have put myself on my own personal house arrest for the weekend. Trying to get ahead on my looming finals, papers, and projects so that I don’t keel over and rot from lack of sleep in the next couple weeks. Roomies are out of town for the weekend, so I have the house to myself. Note to self: don’t EVER live by yourself. I know, I know, miss independent you would be just fine, TOO fine, is the problem. I am fairly certain that it takes me about 30 hours of solitude before I have descended into that state of reality, where you are so inside yourself that you have lost touch..completely. I’d guess the average person experiences this in maybe 5 days, maybe longer. I however, am a light- weight, low tolerance, solitude reaches my blood stream in about 3 seconds, no matter if I have full stomach from eating mochi all day or not. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I have been eating mango mochi all day.

I woke up (a bit later than planned) this morning to discover an empty coffee can. No worries, hops in the car with most perfectly made summer mix of Springstein, Toto, Lennon, and Taylor. It is only as I am walking into Trader Joes that I take a mental inventory of what I am wearing: the pants from Peru Jen got me, which are hands down in the top three of most comfortable pants I own, except they have the most awkward low-hanging crotch imaginable. Picture these tucked into chocolate ugg boots, with a white tank top over a bright purple bra. Ladies & Gentleman, exhibit A: CLASSY. The guy at the check-out took one look at me, then glanced into my lonely basket filled with a can of coffee, a 1/2 gallon of milk, and dish soap and said, “Let me guess, rough night? And then you were out of coffee this morning?” I decided to just let it go and say, “Yeah, something like that.” It was half-way true, I was definitely out of coffee this morning, however I had not even had close to a rough night… I just happen to end up looking like I did cocaine the night before when I am left by myself for more than 24hours, sorry sir.

Worth it: