I kid you not. We are something of kale junkies around here. Veggie junkies, really, but we have our soft spots. I haven’t had a garden for a few years now, but we are starting to feel settled in our new digs and decided to literally put down roots. I have never attempted kale before, but took the plunge this year. After a tiring but hugely successful weekend as vendors at The Vintage Bazaar of New England this past weekend, I’m now ensconced in Home. A glass of wine, dogs at my feet, hubby contentedly sipping his cocktail while the thunder softly rumbles and the rain comes down. Earlier today I tended to the garden that was abandoned over the weekend. When you are doing an outdoor show, you pray for sunny and dry. My garden was definitely dry. But it made weeding easier and the generous soaking we are getting now is refreshing everything. Two armfuls of kale were harvested. I’m investigating kale recipes with a focus on slaws. It is all remarkably wonderful.
I have no illusions to how incredibly fortunate I am. I love my work. I love my home. I work from my home. I love to sit by my window with the piece that I am knitting or stitching or hooking, an audio or podcast burbling in the background, a batch of cookies in the oven. That’s the fun part. The more tedious bit, that bit that reminds me that it is a job, is when it comes time to marketing all the new wonderful things I’ve created. The photography, the editing, the social media, etc, etc, etc. Not my favorite part. But a funny thing happened the other day: the weather finally warmed, the grass and trees were turning green, and I had a number of things that needed to be photographed. Never has a photo session been so inspired. I threw open the doors and hauled a favorite chair out under the apple trees. My dogs padded behind me befuddled, but delighted with the diversion. And never was I happier to be taking care of the business end of business.