Hot Hot Hot!

Here's my Hungarian Hot Wax peppers. They are not that hot, at least the first one wasn't too bad, kind of like a jalapeno. Some of my jalapenos are hot this year. I didn't photograph them, they're not as interesting as these other beauties.

Isn't this just beautiful? It is a Bulgarian carrot pepper. I haven't ever seen one, much less grown one, until this year. I was going to pick it when it was yellow, but luckily, a friend told me to wait. Duh, carrots are orange! Silly me. I did pick a cayenne when it was green, and WOWZA. I am definitely fearful of the two red ones below.
I had three habanero plants but only got one habanero. Will it even turn orange before a killing frost? Who knows. I bought a tray of habaneros from the Asian food store....will make a Senegalese hot sauce while the kids are at school. Hoo-boy, do those peppers fume up the house.
And then there are these lovely red Thai peppers. They scare me too.

HOT! HOT! HOT!

HATE is not a family value!

I do try to keep the politics out of here. This is supposed to be a fun blog, an escape from reality, or at least a fresh, positive take on reality. There is hardly any escape right now, but sometimes, we need to be hit right in the face to step up and speak.

Hatred is not a family value, nor is it a Godly one.

Love your enemies. Show compassion for everyone. Hatred only breeds more hatred. The cycle of violence goes on. A 'pitbull' ? I love pitbulls too. But not for their violent side!

It is hard to get out of the us vs. them mentality. I keep trying to tell myself, that down deep, most folks really do want a world of peace, a world where no one lives in poverty, a world where every child gets her needs met. I told myself that the "others" just have a different way that they want to go about it. But there are issues where I believe that certain folks (who want to govern our country) actually have intent to harm. Where they have religious beliefs that they want to spread through our government.

We need to build bridges, to be able to have decent discourse. We can't divide this country into "us" and "them". But I fear the division is very strong. I don't know that without major work, we can bridge that divide, no matter whom is elected. I think the way to begin the process is in our hearts and minds, and then with every relationship and interaction we have with those around us. Change always starts small.

Yes, I fear what would happen if the "other" party wins the election (or steals it). Yes, my first thought is "move to Canada!". But instantly I think of this superpower nation, ready to take on the world through might, through war, and I think, I can't abandon ship now, no matter how ugly it is. It is too selfish to run and hide. We must stay the course, stand up and speak what we believe, and take to the streets NON-violently if it comes to that. And work towards the future, no matter how far away it seems, where we can live in peace.

girl, garden, great!

Here's a pic of my girl, in my garden. It's great!L to R: corn, squash, watermelon, pumpkin, cukes, tomatoes, kale, lettuce, broccoli, asparagus (bushy), carrots and onions. And weeds.

OK, so to fully disclose, the lettuce has flowered; the broccoli was harvested; the onions, well, there are only a couple that made it.... and only a few carrots, which are kind of strong and bitter. And the watermelon that is largest is the size of a lime; the pumpkins...? will there be any? the corn... well, it is growing.... and it is September already....

I guess I am good at growing cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, kale.... we'll see what else.

The BEST very local veggies!

We have had some bitter cukes this year but I finally figured out that they needed more attention, or something. For example, they need to grow in a nice place so they don't get curled up; and get regular watering, so they can fill up nicely with fluid, like this one pictured. Now they are coming along just fine. I forgot to snap a pic of the really huge one, it was about 15 inches. It was late, I was in the midst of several things for dinner (homemade pesto; bruschetta with zebra tomatoes, basil and fresh mozzarella; pasta; a spicy kale dish; and corn on the cob). So I just cut it up. Then I regretted it, thinking how cute Maya was when she carried it in from the garden.
Ah well, there will be more cukes.

My best tomatoes are these very sweet cherry toms. And I am getting a nice snack-size amount of green beans, which are so wonderful if you steam them quickly in the microwave and eat 'em with dip, or whatever.

You just gotta love summer veggies. I really enjoy having my garden, and have learned so much from it.

About the title...

In case you are curious, the title of this blog is the name of my dog. Well, the name he was given by the kennel he used to go to, before we got a wonderful dog-sitter.

Jack jumps fences. Yes, he does. Well, he did. He doesn't anymore, he's getting a bit old. But in his prime, he could jump a 6 foot chain link fence. He easily scaled out of our 5 foot backyard fence. Anytime he was bored, or saw something fun to go after, he would jump the fence, and we'd have to run off to get him. In the car. He would run further away if you tried to get him in person. Somehow, he still will come to the car. You'd think he'd learn that this was a trap. But maybe to him, it was still worth the short adventure, and attention.

And at the kennel, he jumped out of their play yard, which is quite near a busy road. And he was able to scramble out of the wee space at the end of the dog run that is above the door. They had a tarp or some kind of top to it, so it was just this tiny 1 foot gap above the door. So they had to block his access to the run and just walk him on leash. We were so glad to switch to a dogsitter. The stress of the jail environment was too much for him.

How this connects to this blog.... ? Jack was nimble, Jack was quick...Jack jumping fences was his trick! The metaphor here is that if we are nimble and quick, we can jump the fences in front of us, also. Trick is, to stay nimble and quick. My obstacles and hurdles are actually my stepping stones of progress. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Or sends you to therapy for life... I think I will choose the path of strength and wisdom, and compassion.
Also, the lesson Jack taught me is to give him the attention, to not neglect him... else he would jump the fence, to go exploring and get attention, albeit partly negative, from me.

More to come....

More to come.... check back later. I am migrating some older posts over here so my slate is not quite so blank.