Bring out the black, the summer pesto is completely gone

This little bird took the last scrap of pesto pasta pretty seriously. (I have to confess that I think it was the cheese she was trying to lick up) next year we obviously need to make quadruple the amount that we did this year. I suppose we could have been a little bit more conservative in our use of it. We could have hoarded our stash like good little bears. While we may have some pretty serious hoarding genes in our mix, the one thing we are never able to hoard is good food. We always feel it's best to eat it all right now. Which explains our girth.

A serious search must be made to find a basil variety that is like the one Lisa and I were buying at Harvest Fresh this summer. It was the best basil I have ever had. Huge lush fragrant leaves. All we know for sure is that she grew it in a green house which I don't have. I'm guessing it might have been "Mammoth basil". I want to grow as much of my own this year as I can.

Here I am planning my garden when the more pressing yard issue is keeping the dog in. People don't appreciate pit bull mixes running around on the loose. Plus, she already almost got herself killed one of the times she's gotten out. She digs under our flimsy animal wire fence. We need to build one she can't dig under. Wood. We have a plan. But no time, and you know that when we have the time it will be dumping rain. (I really wanted to say "pissing rain" right there but I chickened out because it sounded really course, but as I typed "dumping rain" I couldn't help but notice how course that sounds too. I just can't win on that one.)

I don't think anyone else has noticed that I am writing this post to avoid cutting out aprons. I have so much work ahead of me and I'm dragging my feet. I want to just sit here and read and think and listen to music. And plan my garden. Ah well, the world calls for more cute aprons and I must heed it.

BIG SIGH.