It’s been rainy here, and the garden has gone feral. This afternoon I cut so much chard that the only place big enough to wash it all was my bathtub! It’s washed, and sitting outside in laundry baskets, waiting for morning when I’ll have time to cut, blanch, bag-and-seal and freeze it all. I hope I can get it all done before my nice cleaning person comes … SO much chard …
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This year’s rodeo just wasn’t the same — last year the rodeo was the highlight of the summer. This year was a little tough. Rodeo was one of the things Patrick and I did together — we grew up at horse shows back east. I went to my first horse show at six months old, tucked under the bleachers in a basket while my mother ran the old Lake Forest Horse Show, which like the stables at Onwentsia, is now long gone. From the time we could talk we were told by various grownups to “watch that” as a horse…