I spent the weekend with my sister in Courtenay, BC at the Filberg Festival. It’s a unique festival that blends a juried art show and market with music and food in a beautiful park/garden setting. Robi is a painter, collage artist, writer, editor, and she was selling art and greeting cards at the show. We had a great time hanging out with friends and family, other vendors and the public. It was a beautiful, and busy, weekend!
The people-watching was fascinating too. Robi’s work is detailed and layered, and some folks, swept up by all the bright sights and sounds around us (not to mention the fudge stand next door!) just walked right by. We met many women who are passionate about greeting cards who oohed and aahed over the stunning collage cards. Then there were the men, women, and children who we watched move from yards away straight toward one or another work of Robi’s art. They looked as if they were being sucked in by a tractor beam! And once they could look away and up to us, the stories would begin to pour out of them; some element of the collage would remind them of an event, a person, a childhood experience. It was a privilege to meet so many people who connected so deeply with the art.
I have to admit that after 3 days away, I was getting very antsy to get back home again. Our wee homestead is so peaceful and rejuvenating that I have my own tractor beam pulling me home each day! And this time of year, everything in the garden changes every day. I came home to all kinds of excitement:
The Skipper and I have eaten the first ripe tomatoes!!! Let the record note that it was August 2nd. Here’s to tracking these dates over time. No surprise that it’s the yellow cherry tomatoes that are ready first; next will either be the larger yellows (Taxi) or the supposedly super-early large red Siletz. The plants are all loaded, so I’m hoping this is the beginning of the tomato-marathon that will be August.
Also coming along nicely, but still a little painfully slow for this impatient gardener…
I think my dream of jars of pickles will have to wait for another year; neither the cukes nor the dill seem to be coming to much. I’ll have to be satisfied with a few salad cucumbers like these until we have better soil next year.
Daphne in Massachusetts is already HARVESTING DRY BEANS!!! That’s how hot their summer has been on the East Coast. Here on the wet cold coast, my tri-color blend bush beans are finally looking strong, and the most vigorous of the lot, the purples, are now in flower. Be a long wait for my pole beans and dry beans, though!
One thing that has been doing well this year, though, is berries. We’ve got Tayberries galore, these are juicy thornless blackberries (I think!) above, the blueberries are still going, and the second flush of the everbearing raspberries are now snack-ready. The invasive but fabulous Himalayan Blackberries are ripening by the roadsides. It’s going to be a good jam-year. Mmmmm….jam.
It’s good to be home.