July, one of my least favorite months, has seemed to fly by this year. I think I've been saying that about most months lately. Seems to be a trend for people as they get older, to make statements like that. But the end of July snuck up on me with nary a thought of Cheryl's Gathering so I am throwing this post together at the last minute. I know Cheryl will forgive the slap-dash efforts because she knows that it is no reflection on how I feel about this monthly post. She's a gracious host with a generous heart. Usually the summer months run together as one hot and sticky blob, but our July has been quite mild in comparison to summers past. I typically avoid the out-of-doors in summer but when your husband decides that this is the year for a garden you sorta hafta go outside. And then when a friend says "let's swim laps in my pool for exercise" you sorta hafta go outside. And if you sorta hafta you might as well go all in. It is only for a season, after all!
So gardening and swimming got me out of the house to do things that are a-typical for me. Not grand or unusual, but different. For me. And that is my goal... to find contentment and joy in everyday living. Which is more of a struggle than you might assume.
Let's get going with some pictures, shall we? Don't worry. It is highly, HIGHLY unlikely that you will ever see a picture of me in a swimsuit. My muscles may be toned, but they are way down deep and that's just not something that needs to be witnessed by the masses!
Here is a picture taken from our deck of our garden area. The plan is to do this thing little by little. Even with that in mind, we did more than we had originally intended. Just to give you some sort of scale, the grape arbor is about 7 feet tall and each section of fence is about 8 feet long.
Our zucchini and yellow squash were much more prolific than we'd anticipated but we aren't complaining! I think one of my favorite parts of gardening is having stuff to share! We've given and we've received.
Our compost pile has even become a source of enjoyment. A Seminole squash has volunteered to grow here (bringing their total number of plants to 3) along with some other squash-vine thing that isn't producing any fruit. They do such a good job of making an eyesore less offensive.
Our neighbors have even gotten into the act. Their children bring compostables over just about every day. I have a separate bin for eggshells sitting on the deck. Their youngest just can't wait to be big enough to climb the steps all by himself to bring us eggshells. So cute! They had a city relative visiting a couple weeks ago who wanted to know absolutely everything that we were doing in the garden. I guess even when you are a novice and know so very little about what you are doing, there is always someone who can be inspired by it.
I bought 20 pounds of green beans from a local natural farm and processed them for the freezer. I don't have the equipment needed for canning {did my Yoder family just gasp?} but my seal-a-meal thingy came in handy for this project.
You may be wondering why I am using a meat thermometer to pit cherries. Because I couldn't find my chopsticks! Duh! Seriously though, several tutorials on Youtube suggested using chopsticks to push the pits into a bottle. I really couldn't find my chopsticks so I improvised with a meat thermometer. It didn't work as quickly as I had anticipated. The search continues...
Have you done anything this month that may not be unusual, but unusual for YOU?
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