Harvesting the First Spaghetti Squash

Gently removing the squash and sling. Liz mentioned that you wanted to leave part of the stem on, as the squash would continue to draw nutrients from it, even after being taken off the vine.
Gently removing the squash and sling. Liz mentioned that you wanted to leave part of the stem on, as the squash would continue to draw nutrients from it, even after being taken off the vine.
After we finished building and setting up the garden boxes… and after we filled it with soil and Liz put in all her plants, I started taking pictures.
It’s funny that, once upon a time, the entire backyard was essentially a jungle. Which we then cleared. And then built garden boxes. Which we are now turning into into mini-jungles.
After work on Tuesday, Liz and I decided to roll up our sleeves for some time in the backyard. Though we were sluggish after the long weekend off, today was going to be cooler than the rest of the week… so we decided to work.
On Saturday, Liz and I ventured out to meet up with Jake and Anais for some drinks. The spot we were to meet was a kind of weird one – the directions we had were vague, and had a series of steps, as opposed to an actual address.
Liz has had a brick walkway in mind for some time now – partly as a decorative element, and partly as a means or people to walk through the parkway without stepping on our plants.
I found an app via Product Hunt a few weeks ago, called Malevich. Named after Kazimir Malevich (the app’s icon is a black square), the app uses neural networks by combining your photos with the artwork of famous artists.
As we were cleaning last weekend, Liz found something from the large pile of things she got from her mom, when packing up the Frankfort house: a box of Liz’s baby teeth.
Mother
I have go(ne) to the little store because you would not take me to the store. I going to get a pop(sicle)
Marianne
On Sunday, Liz and I drove over to visit Julie and Bob for Father’s Day. We started off with a late lunch (or early diner) at Industrial Revolution.
It’s still amazing to me that this area was once overrun with day lillies, and that it’s been transformed into a real yard again.
“The Weatherman,” by Gregory Alan Isakov is a favorite album of mine. Tonight, Liz and I got to listen to him perform at Thalia Hall.
Similar to what they did for our front yard, Liz came home with an assortment of things for us to plant along our new fence.
As a contrast to Bob’s computer schematics, Liz had her own map (of future backyard plans). I suspect there’s more in store for us in the back, now that we have a new fence back there.
With coffee in hand, Liz and I started off the day by going into the backyard and completing the final garden box. We began things in March, and what was supposed to be a weekend project has taken us… more like two months, versus two days.