White Rabbits, and gardener's larceny

Yesterday's walk took me round the neighborhood on sidewalks, everywhere else mud because of rain. Some highway lanes were closed for flooding overnight, even.

So I noticed a little stand of spearmint near a dumpster enclosure, not someone's yard, and a piece jumped into my pocket, a stowaway. 

You see where I pinched off a bit of leaf to sniff and confirm its identity before picking a sprig. And the celery in the background pushing up new growth.

How can it be June already? Pride Month. June 14th is also a day of protest and the Pope saying Mass by video link in Chicago, at the White Sox stadium. 

Maybe I'll celebrate at the Preserve with pictures as a counter move. I need to do something, still considering. Maybe that's the day to donate to the local food pantry. Summer, when school's out along with lunch programs, can be a hungry time. A good time to help the people T is hurting.

The sun's back today, after yesterday's rain then sun then rain all day.  The patio seedlings are liking it.

Happy day everyone. If you have a countermove to the T parade plans, please share. If I played the tuba I could do a Benny Hill march around the neighborhood. You have to take fun where you can find it or what's the point.

 

Ultra processed reading and stitching

 Latest reading finally arrived at the library, recommended ages ago by Sandra 

So far very interesting, about the food industry and the many processes they use to make food profitable, despite the health results for consumers.

And the day being rainy, a lot of stitching happened 

It's starting to shape up.

The evening was spent in an online pod with friends, discussing the Nigeria visit by Harry and Meghan, connected with the Invictus Games.   

The significance of the Invictus Games, for returning wounded vets, came up because it was founded by Harry, ten years ago and celebrated on May 8, anniversary of VE day. The group asked me to talk about my own experience that day when they found I was at a street celebration that I remembered vividly.  Nice evening.

During the recent massive freecycling for Handsome Son, I scored some jeans I love, wrong size for him, fine for me, with huge and lovely pockets. And a, I think, sofa cover, cotton polyester mix denim look, which nobody took.

There's also a lengthy ruffled matching flounce thing which will probably make 57 or so project bags..

Now I have a large amount of perfectly nice fabric for summer gear once I decide what to make and if the summer ever gets here. Heating kicked in tonight.

Happy day, everyone, make it and take it!

Rehearsing for June, Pride Month 

and as always, Slava Ukraini

 

Warping, White rabbits and Flaming June

 White rabbits, June is here

And Pride Month, ally signing in here

Yesterday's warping done, hoping I did the right number of warp strands this time 

Today I'll start threading the heddle

And fast food from leftovers

 Curried cod and broccoli, bound with an egg, in pita bread.  I bless the day I discovered wholewheat pita pockets.

Later today Misfits box arrives, but they were out of onions. Onions. Unheard of shortage.  Now I'm wondering how to manage. I may have to, horror, shop locally in person.  I've got used to the universe putting my groceries on my step now. 

Happy day everyone,  I hope you 'know your onions.  Also that the puzzle answer is

OBNOXIOUS 

We had a lot of fun with the clues to this one.

Billy the Pup wishes us all a good day 

Sunday morning, hot

Our temperature is now officially in the too hot for me range. High 90s is what it feels like. Just right for Handsome Son and his regular shore runs. He's picked up his season pass to his favorite shore location. Me, it's a season pass on a cool sofa except for early morning walks.

Between the early heat and torrential rain everything's growing beserkers. I used to have a wonderful English teacher who still spoke in the accent of an earlier age, clergy pronounced clargy, berserk pronounced bersark. So she comes to mind when I encounter those words.

And the ginger plant you had to squint to see a few days ago is now leaping up

The review of the canteloupe ginger jam, speaking of ginger, which is really a sauce, follows.

Here's the first trial. Even though the recipe said jam they also said great on meats, ice -cream and in general more of a sauce than a spreadable jam. 

I'd agree. The taste is way more than a sweet jammy thing. The salt as well as the ginger make a terrific combo, much more interesting than jam. I used it in breakfast oatmeal and, well, I may need a second bowl.

I really recommend you try this. One regular sized canteloupe makes four cups of dice. I added a couple of tablespoons of diced ginger. Not much sugar, just one cup. It is pretty sophisticated. 

It needs a bland partner such as plain bread or meat or, as here, oatmeal. I tried it on cornbread and there was too much going on. They were in competition. 

Speaking of the best, June is Pride Month, and happy month to our blogistas who celebrate. And to us who are proud to call them our friends and neighbors. I wonder when we'll rewrite Paul to include "neither gay nor straight" in his list of how we're all one in  love, nothing separating us. I think he got it, so long ago.  As well as all the  expressions of gender. And if you don't know why June is the month, look up the history of the movement and learn about the courage and suffering that have paved the way to this day.

Couple of important birthdays coming up: sister Dogonart on the 11th, well into her tenth decade and following this blog still.

Later will be Handsome Partner, who left us ten years ago but is still very much with us. We'll do a strawberry shortcake, his favorite birthday thing, in his honor.

Leaving now to continue fiddling away at Mitered Squares while the sun shines.

But not before I come back to remember that not only did I vote early in our primary, I got an acknowledgement from the County Clerk. Or Clark