It started out well enough -- the high temperatures were in the low 80's, the smell of the crush from the neighborhood winery was in the air, over the fields lay a hazy shadow of mist that burned off by noon. But since Saturday something has changed. The weather took a turn for the worse. We've been suffering 100 degree afternoons for the past few days, and today is no different. I woke this morning at 6am to 73 degree air. Indian Summer. A vengeful Indian Summer it seems.
I've been very busy getting everything together for both the course and the season, plus harvesting the dregs of the garden. The tomatoes are spent. They gave up offering fruit a few weeks ago, such is the nature of this variety of heirloom, I guess. So up they will come today. The butternut is producing small deformed squash every so often, so up it will come too. The patty pans were pulled a few days ago which left room for the basil to flourish. I'm happy now that I did not prune the basil for a hydrosol a few weeks back the way I had planned. It seems to be preparing to become something much bigger and fragrant than it was, so I will allow it to do so until the time comes to prune -- for hydrosol. The pumpkin is a blessing. It created three perfect little pumpkins, edibles, one for each grandbaby. They will become the highlight of our Thanksgiving dinner this year. The common sage is growing like mad after a stalled start. The lavender survives, but all the peppers are pulled. Once all the dead growth is culled we will start on the winter garden.
On the perfume front: waiting, waiting, waiting impatiently for supplies to arrive to begin building the evaluation kits -- again. I have a few made but not enough to supply the current course students, and with another course on the way in January -- it makes for quite a bit of busy work. I finally received my most prized (currently prized) possession ~ a lovely kilo of 5 year old patchouli oil procured through White Lotus Aromatics. It is blessedly sweet and lovely. I plan to tap off 16 ounces for further aging and use the other 16 ounces in formulation. This reminds me -- last winter or spring I made a hydrosol of dried leaves of patchouli and the scent was odd, to say the least. Smelled a bit like potato skins and mustiness and only a little like patchouli. More than likely the result of poor distillation rather than a bad batch of patchouli leaves.
I've batches and batches of soap to make and cure and wrap and sell for the "season". It seems I have no heart for it right now. So much is going on, so much more needs doing. Such is life, eh?
I've been very busy getting everything together for both the course and the season, plus harvesting the dregs of the garden. The tomatoes are spent. They gave up offering fruit a few weeks ago, such is the nature of this variety of heirloom, I guess. So up they will come today. The butternut is producing small deformed squash every so often, so up it will come too. The patty pans were pulled a few days ago which left room for the basil to flourish. I'm happy now that I did not prune the basil for a hydrosol a few weeks back the way I had planned. It seems to be preparing to become something much bigger and fragrant than it was, so I will allow it to do so until the time comes to prune -- for hydrosol. The pumpkin is a blessing. It created three perfect little pumpkins, edibles, one for each grandbaby. They will become the highlight of our Thanksgiving dinner this year. The common sage is growing like mad after a stalled start. The lavender survives, but all the peppers are pulled. Once all the dead growth is culled we will start on the winter garden.
On the perfume front: waiting, waiting, waiting impatiently for supplies to arrive to begin building the evaluation kits -- again. I have a few made but not enough to supply the current course students, and with another course on the way in January -- it makes for quite a bit of busy work. I finally received my most prized (currently prized) possession ~ a lovely kilo of 5 year old patchouli oil procured through White Lotus Aromatics. It is blessedly sweet and lovely. I plan to tap off 16 ounces for further aging and use the other 16 ounces in formulation. This reminds me -- last winter or spring I made a hydrosol of dried leaves of patchouli and the scent was odd, to say the least. Smelled a bit like potato skins and mustiness and only a little like patchouli. More than likely the result of poor distillation rather than a bad batch of patchouli leaves.
I've batches and batches of soap to make and cure and wrap and sell for the "season". It seems I have no heart for it right now. So much is going on, so much more needs doing. Such is life, eh?









