Typical! With less than a handful of summer days left – today’s weather was awesome. One of those lovely blue sky days we have been dreaming about for months. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the cicadas were cicading. I’m not sure if it was a one off or if it will be like it again tomorrow. To be honest I’m too afraid to look at the weather forecast in case it says rain, which if this summer is anything to go by it is highly likely!
The other notable thing about today was the absence of wind. Oh my gosh – over the weekend it howled over top of what would have been a lovely day without it! The wind got up to 69 km/hour, but I guess I should count my blessings. We aren’t anywhere near where the tornado was. Luckily no one was hurt. Tornados are such a freak thing here and take people by surprize as they aren’t common at all.
So with a deadline looming at the end of the week, I did what I do best when I have a deadline at the end of the week – I procrastinated. The panic shall commence in a day or two. But this procrastination was actually productive as I knew how important my deadline was, so I procrastinated with great efficiency. I figured if I got all the silly little niggly jobs out of the way first, then I wouldn’t worry about them while I was meeting my deadline. Besides I owed it to my tomatoes to harvest and process them today. It couldn’t possibly wait a moment longer.
The first job I tackled was encountered as I cleaned up in the house and was distracted. I can be easily distracted – especially if it is from the mundane. I had been collecting the paper bags from the chicken food so I could store my potatoes, which were lurking in buckets in a gloomy corner of my shed. But it wouldn’t have taken much too just go and load the spuds into the bags and job done. But this year I wanted to do something extra and just really hadn’t got round to it. I wanted to write on the bags the variety of spuds they are and also write how they are best cooked. So then I can send Hubby the Un-Gardener or the kids to the shed for spuds and say “get the ones that are good for frying, I want to make chips for tea.”
So within a few minutes I did a quick Google search on my spuds, found out which was good for what and whipped out my marker pen and labelled the bags. It was so simple I don’t know why I was procrastinating over this one. But whatever it was, the tables were turned. It was no longer the object of procrastination, – a procrastinatee, but had become the procrastinator – a task done in order to avoid something else much bigger! And we have already had great benefit from this basic of tasks as we had chips for tea from the Ilam Hardy bag and they were the nicest chips I think I’ve ever had – so crunchy and full of flavour. I will definitely grow these again.
The next task in the avoidance schedule was my onions. Oh how I had neglected them. When I first harvested them – about a month ago, I lay them out in the sun on the deck in the nicest of rows to dry out. I had even gone so far as to line them up with the timber on the deck and there they stayed in their regimented rows for all of two days. That was when the summer weather we were more accustomed to came back! So it was all hands to the deck – so to speak, to get all the onions into the big shed before they got wet from the rain, where they were unceremoniously dumped in a heap on the floor and I kind of did my best to at least make sure they were in a single layer so they could continue to dry out. And there they remained.
Onions needed for cooking were snatched from the floor and the tops pulled off while walking back to the house. They had been swept here and there as the space they occupied was needed for other purposes, but I think it is fair to say they were neglected. Their latest location was languishing against the roller door. This set alarm bells ringing. Not the urgent – must do something immediately bells, but the kind of bells that ring in the night causing you to wake up in a cold sweat, yet not do anything about it come the dawn. The thing is – if we get driving rain from the Northwest it would go under the door and ruin my onions.
So today was the day to take care of it because I was avoiding responsibilities. I cast my eye around the shed for a basket, but they all had things in them and I really wasn’t that dedicated to the task to empty and sort baskets – besides that would just send me down a different distractions path. I needed to stay focused to justify my procrastination. Then my eye spied a piece of wire mesh with small square grids, so quick as a flash I counted in ten squares from each side, did a bit of cutting and some sharp pokey origami like folding, and fashioned a basket held together with cable ties that I didn’t even get round to trimming up. That’s a task for another day.
Then I sorted through the onions, chopping off stalks and removing the really loose outer leaves and put aside the tiddlers to be made into pickled onions one day soon, and filled my new basket with great pride. If it wasn’t for the pride I feel in my whipped up a basket, I wouldn’t have told you about my onions as shame would have prevented it.
From there I went on to make six and a half jars of peach jam, only to find the next tree was ready to harvest so I’m back to square one there. I also harvested three large baskets of tomatoes, including a whopper one at over half a kilogram! Which is now sitting in a pot with loads of other delightful ingredients waiting to be turned into tomato ketchup, so I really must get back too it…
Come again soon – I should pull myself together and remove the sweetcorn-less stalks as they are really looking a little manky. Maybe a welcome to autumn job?
Sarah the Gardener : o )