Sad

I took a photo of the house at 35 Cooper Sq last year because of its unfortunate steel bandaids and unfortunate neighbor. Yesterday, on a stroll down the Bowery I found the little federal style home disappeared with absolutely nothing left except some imprints of its body pressed up against the ugliest, douchiest hotel in all of the world:





















More about 35 Cooper and the history of here.

fall fruits

It's autumn in this swamp ass city: Golden Rain Tree on Columbia Street Brooklyn, Pyracantha on W 29th Street Manhattan, and a lonesome apple also on Columbia Street.

fall bag

flower district seed pods

'tis the season for seeds pods - even if they are tropical! The first two are Datura (don't eat them, you will hallucinate your face off then die) and the last two are African Milkweed. I am in love with both of them:

my saffron is here!

i finally (it's been 3 months) received my saffron crocus bulbs yesterday. BIG DAY - test crop planting happening all over Red Hook starting next month:

hello pioneer baby maracuja

These passion fruit seeds have been hanging around my life for a while: originally from Ecuador, shipped to Brazil, graciously smuggled back via suitcase to NYC and finally consumed immediately minus a few seeds. They have finally sprouted!! If any fruit is produced it will be inside my apartment during the winter which will be challenging. These particular passion fruits are other-worldly delicious, one of the best things I have ever put in my mouth!

good night summer

I planted my cool weather lettuce, chervil and onions. I cut back a field of weeds (saved the pictured pokeweed because I love it). Although we still have until the 21st to officially say good bye and there's still like 2 months of great grilling weather, I can't help but feel how far spring is: I have blizzard dread. I fear that day in January when I'm utterly sick of eating root vegetables and I hate my rabbit hat.
Ugh.

Happy Labor Day.

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Hurricane Irene

Four Years Harvest

"For this is what we have been waiting for, this is what we have suffered for, this is why we are here at all. Not the ripeness of harvest with its promise of material return, but the exquisite, inviting, flowery growth of the spring is the farm worker's assurance that his life is not wasted, that he may stand by his creation and hold his head high in a weary world."
- Four Years Harvest; Frances Donaldsons little book about being a first time lady farmer in WW II England.

tortas

I bought these by accident - thinking they'd be savory but to my delight they are the sweetest and most delicious little things and I am totally obsessed ... sweet spanish tortas glazed with olive oil, sugar and anise.