It’s been a while since I posted a general life update, so here’s what I’ve been up to:

Bella Keeping an Eye on ThingsBella went to the vet two weeks ago for a weird sore on her back and some feline acne. Both of those are recovering nicely. She also had a needle biopsy for what turned out to be a benign lipoma. (I keep wanting to type benight, which my spell checker does not recognize as a word, though it does recognize benighted.)

I’ve been doing a fair bit of cooking recently: lentil soup in the slow cooker, a slow cooker cassoulet that’s quite tasty but a bit too heavy for summer, and a shrimp and corn salad that’s actually rather good. Unfortunately, my sink is now full of dishes. I think the cat needs to get on that.

The garden seems to be doing well, though the raspberries have stopped producing. I’ve got two figs ripening on Mr. Fig (which is what I’ve named the fig tree.)

I have new glasses. They are quite heavy, but I like them anyway.

My sleep schedule seems to have been completely thrown off. I really want a nap, and perhaps I’ll take one, though I’m not convinced it’s the best idea.

Spring Planting

Yesterday was the first day of spring, and it was actually quite nice out. As a result, I wound up taking down the plastic shelter on the back patio and doing some planting.

The shelter is a pop-up greenhouse that I got to shelter my little fig plant. The fig seems to have survived, since there are green buds on the tips of the branches. There was also one raspberry plant in with the fig. That seems to be doing quite well, and is a bit ahead of the raspberry plants that weren’t in the shelter.

As for what I planted, I started with some garlic that had sprouted in the kitchen. I also planted seeds for

Most of the seeds I used are at least a year old, so I’m not sure how well they’ll germinate. I also really hope I haven’t taken the fig out too soon. I guess there’s only one way to find out, though.

*Note that sweet peas are toxic and not to be eaten.

Lettuce Harvest

Last night, I harvested my pot of lettuce—or rather, I did something akin to straining lettuce soup. You see, we’ve had a lot of rain (and cold) recently in Philly, and the lettuce pot doesn’t have the best drainage. So my baby lettuce leaves were swimming around in about an inch of water. It made the process take a lot longer than it usually does, but there was enough lettuce that both my roommate and I could have salad with dinner.

I’m growing the lettuce as cut and come again, but I doubt that I’ll get another crop out of this planting. Ah well.