When I start to feel overwhelmed is when I most often need to stop what I’m doing and go play in the dirt for a bit. This last weekend was the last “free” weekend I had before three consecutive weekends of large commitments (which means three straight weekends of no time in the garden). This introvert is already feeling a little worn at the seams, and I’m trying not to let the stress swallow me.
My “free” weekend wasn’t really all that free, and it hardly afforded much time to decompress in the garden — it consisted of a lot of shopping and baking for my sister’s bridal shower, which is my first big commitment this coming weekend. I’m excited for sure, but, wow — planning an out-of-town party is exhausting. Especially when you’re an overachiever and insist all the foodstuffs are homemade. I’m lucky we have a spacious chest freezer, otherwise I don’t know how I’d manage!
My lovely bride-to-be sister requested lemon-blackberry cupcakes, so I made two dozen homemade cupcakes, plus homemade lemon curd my that mom and I will fill them with before frosting with blackberry buttercream. I also made sourdough bagels (one more batch is in the works) and two loaves of peanut butter bread. The leftover lemons were just enough to make a pitcher of lemonade for Jordan and I to enjoy in the evening, which was a very nice treat indeed!
In the evening, once the heat of the day had cooled slightly, I was finally able to grub about in the garden. My first dahlia is about to burst into bloom, the beans are going strong, the peas are shooting up, and the pickling cucumbers are just coming on. Summer is flying by in leaps and bounds, the garden relishing the sudden heat July has brought. I haven’t gotten to take a weeklong staycation like I’d hoped, but there’s always next year.
I’m starting my mornings slower these days, trying to soak up as much summer growing time as possible — cooking oatmeal on the stove while tending to my seedlings on the porch as the sun peeks her face through the trees. I so enjoy seeing how much they’ve grown each morning. And there’s canning to look forward to — pickles and kraut and apple sauce and peaches. My heart is very full these days, and even though I feel stretched a little thin, I wouldn’t have it any other way.