Laptop serenades the garden

Laptop serenades the garden

I almost always forget about Monday afternoon.

Monday afternoon is the day my friend Janet turns into a radio personality and hosts her very own live radio program on 88.1 FM WYCE out of Grand Rapids, Michigan.  She’s got another on-line name and her listeners know her as “Lee”.  (Guess I’m not the only one with more than one name…)

It’s an independent community radio station that streams on the Internet and plays the MOST interesting eclectic music mix.  At least on Janet’s day (oops, I mean Lee’s day).  She sends the music out to all of us on Monday afternoons from 3 – 6 p.m.  You follow the link to WYCE and then press “Listen Online” and then (if you have a laptop) you can bring it outside near the garden and have a genuine outdoor experience while listening to your friend play cool music that wafts and pounds and surfs on the breeze.

The ready-to-pick bean

The ready-to-pick bean

One of the first songs she played today is fast becoming one of my favorites.  Go to YouTube and listen to The Littlest Birds by the Be Good Tanyas.  Don’t just listen once.  Listen at least three times.  Then you’ll be hooked and will find yourself cheerfully singing “The littlest birds sing the sweetest songs…”   And they do.  Just ask the garden beans.  Or this spider.

Daddy Long Legs & I keep meeting among the beans

Daddy Long Legs & I keep meeting among the beans

My, the harvesting time sped by this afternoon with the music playing on the laptop.  The carrots needed thinning, and now they’re producing some decent-size orange carrots.  A half dozen cucumbers are ready to eat.  The basil shimmers and smells great.  And Barry’s first tomato is almost…I repeat almost…turning the slightest tinge of yellow-orange.  He may get a tomato after all before frost!

Even with the marriage of beans and peas intertwined together in among what was supposed to be solely beans, we’re still getting lots of beans.  We think they’re called Rattlesnake Beans.  They sport purplish lines which disappear when steamed or sauteed.  They taste delicious.  Very tender, fresh, bursting with flavor.

Dinner

Dinner

It was an at-home cozy afternoon where the temperature feels like bathwater.  Do you know that feeling?  It’s like the temperature reaches that oh-so-perfect place.  Just right.  After a discussion with my son in San Diego today, we’ve agreed to disagree which temperature feels oh-so-perfect.  He thinks 68 degrees.  For me, 78 degrees feels sublime.  Like bathwater.  And that was this afternoon.

Wasp in yellow cup:  Rescue Mission

Wasp in yellow cup: Rescue Mission

Wasps keep finding their way into the house, like unwanted house guests stopping by to linger and buzz.  I’ve a reputation as a wasp-rescuer, and will help them escape back to the outdoors.  This didn’t work out last summer when I kindly moved a wasp out of the way while cleaning green onions.  The persistent wasp returned to the green onion and stem and…YIKES!…stung me badly as I attempted to clean the onion.  It wasn’t pretty, especially as red lines later began to climb up my arm and eventually a doctor very worriedly prescribed antibiotics.  Still, I continue to rescue wasps.

Laundry dries on deck, an impromptu clothes line

Laundry dries on deck, an impromptu clothes line

Even the jeans swayed in the breeze, dancing to Janet’s music.  I love the way you can live in the middle of the woods and still connect with the world beyond the trees and the plants and Lake Superior.  Don’t we have a great life?  Don’t the littlest birds sing the sweetest songs?

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