And lastly it is high production time in the garden. 100 degree temps make being out there brutal (and let's not even talk about what the heat is like when one is 38 weeks pregnant!) unless it's early morning or evening. So as Chris notes, the garden is exploding crazily and with significant abandon--it has long killed all our attempts at containing its sprawl. Still, underneath and amidst the chaos, he's pulled dozens of carrots and hundreds of beans. In between the studio, time with Alexander and preparation for the baby, we are doing our best to preserve the surplus--freezing and canning in sporadic bouts of intensity.
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