A room with a view
I've read about the blogger blues, those stretches when lack of time, inspiration and/or interest keep bloggers away from the keyboard.
After two years of steady posts on either Cancer Banter or Open Mouth, Insert Fork, I thought I was exempt from the blues. But then it struck: two blogless weeks and the admission that I felt the "blah" in blogger.
I haven't felt like blogging or cooking. I've been making reservations, not meals; taking out, not baking in. My few attempts behind the burner have not not been blog-worthy. I tried a promising recipe from Bon Appetit for golden beets and beet greens on farfalle. I even spent a whopping $6.00 on organic yellow beets from Whole Foods, but the dish, like my mood, was a bore. (If you try this and like it, please let me know.)
Beauty and the bore - good looks, little personality
To paraphrase Ecclesiastes, "For everything there is a season. A time to blog and a time to give it a rest. A time to cook and a time to put away cooking things." Or something like that.
I've noticed the same thing in my garden. The citrus trees are exploding. The avocado tree has donated a few fruits, and the apricot tree promises a bumper crop this season.
The fruits of no laborThe one blight was a haunted looking plum tree. In spite of its deathly demeanor, just last year it bore the sweetest, over-the-sink juiciest fruit. I couldn't bear the thought of pulling the plug.
Disney called. They want their haunted tree back.
I soon realized, though, that its season in the sun was over. Before making mulch of the tree, I found a local fruit grower who came to the house and cut scions (budding limbs) to graft into his own plum tree.
I recently received word that the graft was a success. My plum tree lives on in La Canada.
A time to die. A time to grow. And a time to start blogging again.