For me, one of summer's real joys is being able to make ultra-fresh meals from whatever needs harvesting in our organic kitchen garden. I love a good tossed salad for lunch for instance, so in summer, I eat a bowl of whatever greens we have in abundance, topped by something juicy and something proteinaceous (usually slivered almonds or some other kind of nuts).

Gardensalad

Hence today's lunch, in the photo above: tossed mixed greens from my lettuce and mesclun patch (summer lettuce blend and Napa mesclun blend, both from Renee's Garden Seeds), dressed very simply with a sprinkle of salt, a small pour of orange-infused olive oil and a splash of cherry champagne vinegar (my own recipe). I've topped those fresh garden greens with tomatoes from the garden (the orange ones are persimmon, the others black krim, both heritage varieties grown from seed from Renee's Garden Seeds), nasturtium flowers for a peppery bite (seed from ditto), and toasted organic almond slivers. That plus a broiled tortilla topped with organic aged cheddar cheese, and half a ripe Colorado peach, make a delicious and largely local lunch for me.

Even as I water (no rain here yet) and pick an abundance of produce from our summer garden, I'm aware that the first frost is likely only a month away. So I'm putting up the fruits (and vegetables) of our garden for winter, when we'll want those tastes of summer's sunshine.

I don't have tons of time to spare, what with helping Richard live with brain cancer, writing, caring for my dad, and managing our household affairs. So when I say "putting up" or "preserving," I mean freezing, because for me, that's the easiest and quickest way to preserve summer's bounty.

Chopped

The summer squash bed got away from me this week, so I put some squash in the freezer. We grow romanesco squash (from Renee's Garden Seeds), a heritage variety related to zucchini but with the advantage of staying buttery and sweet even when they get large as porpoises… (That's a romanesco above, with its lovely ribby length dwarfing the cutting board.) Here's what I do to freeze them: 

Have a vegetable steamer set up and the water steaming, plus quart-sized ZipLoc bags and a freezer pen handy.

Chopping

Wash and chop each squash into bite-sized pieces. I slice off the end at an angle, and then just slice bite-sized wedges off the squash, turning it a quarter-turn after each wedge.

Steaming

Put the squash wedges into the steamer and steam 3 minutes (they'll continue to cook for a bit in the bags, so you just really want to get them a bit more than blanched).

Label the Ziploc bags with a freezer (permanent) marker, fill generously half-full, let the contents cool, squeeze out the air, seal and put in the freezer. And there you have it–summer's bounty preserved for winter, all in about half an hour's time.

Bags

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On the brain cancer front: Richard's had not the best brain week, but he's doing okay. We're agreed that while it may be perilous to go on our "honeymoon" road trip right now, this is the chance we have. So off we'll go week after next, aiming to have a wonderful time. In the meantime, I've got to organize garden-waterers and house-minders, stop the newspaper, get the bills paid, meet several writing deadlines, and figure out how to fit our gear, including our tent and sleeping pad and bags and cooler, into the Subaru while leaving us enough space to be comfortable–in particular, the passenger-side front seat has to have enough room to recline all the way.

Richard's task is to keep taking care of himself: meditating, doing yoga with me in the morning, getting in his 12 minutes on the Nordic Trak every day, eating, reading, and resting. Lots of the latter, so he can have energy for the former. It's all a matter of balance–but that's true of life under any circumstances.

I have always loved a good road trip, and I'm excited about this one, even though I recognize it could well be the last trip we take together. That makes it weightier in the emotional sense, but I'm doing my best to stay loose and flexible and take advantage of the moments that come. Until I look at the calendar that is, and realize how little time I have to prepare. Breathe, I remind myself, breathe.

And I do. And, surprisingly, it helps…

Mother's Day weekend traditionally marks the last frost date here in our high-desert valley at 7,000 feet elevation. Which means it's time for our indoor "farm" of tomato, oriental eggplant, basil and annual flower starts to move to its summer home out in the garden.

First to go out are the tomato plants, because while they're cute when they're seedlings, once they get big, they grow into a jungle that takes over my yoga space. So one nice morning late last week, I moved their flat to the garden door to let them get used to the idea of the wild outdoors.

Tomatoplants

(The post-it labels help me keep straight on which plant is which of the eight varieties of tomatoes I grow: Yellow mini-pear, Chianti rose, Black krim, Costuluto, Persimmon, Pompeii roma, and Super bush, all from Renee's Garden seeds; and Cherokee purple from Botanical Interests.)

Membrane
Richard helped me lay out the red membrane that keeps moisture from evaporating up through the surface of the soil (a nod to our dry climate, where evaporation always trumps rainfall), and also reflects green waves of light back to the plants, encouraging them to grow more and produce more flowers (helpful in our short, high-elevation summers). 

Tomatoplanted

We spaced the plants carefully so they could grow without crowding each other. I cut Xs in the membrane for each plant, popped it quickly out of its pot and into our rich black organic soil, and then before it had time to go into shock at the bright, high-altitude sunlight and searing mountain wind, Richard lowered a tomato tepee (also called a wall-o-water, and red for the same reason as the membrane) over the plant.

Cocooned

We worked together to fill the tubes in the plastic cocoon with water to hold the "tepee" upright and insulate the tender plant from the weather, and pretty soon, there was our tomato farm, all planted.

Teepees

On Mother's Day, we planted the basil and the oriental eggplants, and seeded in the first summer planting of lettuce to replace last fall's salad greens bed, which is almost mature, and will be planted in summer squash next weekend. (We rotate plantings of salad greens around the garden to economize on space and cut down on the chance of developing populations of soil-resident pests.)

Basil

(That's the basil "plantation" in the photo above, behind a garlic plant that I planted last fall. I use garlic as a deer deterrent. It's not working this drought year, when the deer are eating anything green just to keep from starving.)

Daffspeonies

What else is happening in the garden? The peonies are up and budding between the last of the daffodils in the bed just outside the kitchen garden. And our restored native meadow yard is beginning to green up, since we finally had half an inch of moisture in the form of a wet spring snow on May Day. Half an inch may not seem like much, but it increased our annual tally by fifty percent. Did I say it was a drought year here?

Basket

For Mother's Day, my love bought me a wonderfully abundant basket of petunia and verbena to hang from the porch off our living room, where I can admire it from the couch. And our restored bunchgrass meadow yard produced one of its miracles, the first Indian paintbrush flower (Castilleja integra).

Indianpaintbrush

Those neon-vivid scarlet bracts delight me every year with their shameless food-for-sex advertisement, luring hummingbirds to sip the nectar within and thus pollinate the tiny greenish flowers concealed by the bright bracts. Blooming time comes, even in a drought year–that's one of life's miracles.

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We're off over the mountains to Denver tomorrow afternoon. We'll help my dad finish setting up his new Macintosh computer and then I'll attend the annual banquet of the Colorado Authors League while Richard rests and stores up energy. (My WILDLIVES CD is a finalist for the CAL award.) Wednesday morning, we'll talk with Richard's oncologist, and if all looks good with the bloodwork from today, he'll spend an hour and a half in the infusion center getting his first dose of Avastin.

May it bring his blooming time and the miracle of recovery…