too many words by laura lemay

sic transit gloria pesto

It’s harvest season in the santa cruz mountains, even for the kind of gardeners who aren’t growing things like squash and heirloom tomatoes. I can tell because the dark helicopters with the funny antenna on the front have started flying low over my vegetable garden again. I’ve been meaning to make a big sign I can hold up next time they come by that says IT REALLY IS TOMATOES.

I harvested the remainder of the basil out of the garden today for pesto: one batch for dinner and another batch for the freezer. It really is the end of the summer when the basil is done. I dug out the bed, put compost and blood meal into it, and planted 48 cloves of italian hardneck garlic for next year’s pesto. So it goes.