Gardens and Other Victories

Our wee garden continues to be a success and this blog continues to move further away from sewing and closer to dirt each time I post. It's gotten yummier for sure, if not a bit less...well, fabricy. But as I sit here now, the wind is howling and the temperature at night continues to drop letting us know that sweaty days of lounging in the yard are limited. And with that comes a tendency to mosey on back down into the basement and fall in love with sewing all over again. But in the meantime....I made radish dip with radishes and chives (both from our garden) and garlic and cream cheese. It was so delicious I actually made it twice:)

And I made pickled two more jars. One of carrots (they were a little deceiving with their bright orange sticks neatly hidden beneath the dirt and perhaps, perhaps, there was some premature picking going on....but it was another garden lesson learned), and one more of beets. Apparently it takes quite a bit to fill a jar and we are going to need a bigger garden next year!!

Besides all this picking business, Gord has been busy working on his graphic novel and I have been busy studying the very exciting world of First Aid.

This past weekend I passed my instructors test and am now a certified Red Cross  First Aid Instructor. I know it doesn't sound very glamours, but it came to be through work and I also saw it as an opportunity to seize a little personal triumph. Since I was little I've never liked talking in front of people. This was solidified in grade 4 when we were required to start giving speeches in front of our class. My 3 minutes of talking about my sister was like a nightmare that I made myself sick over and continued to vomit at the mere thought every year for the rest of my elementary school, not to mention high school presentation, life. I hate it. But, I thought I would grab the bull by the horns and conquer my deep dark fear. And conquer I did. I had to fight every bone in my body, but I marched myself up in front of the class and somehow came out on the other side with a piece of paper that said I did it! Fear gone? No way, but small personal victory for me, you betcha.

And, if that wasn't enough of a reward in itself, Gord bought me some victory flowers to boot! What a nice fellow he is.