Saturday Farmer’s Market! On Sunday!

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I have had one of those weeks. I was on a business trip until Thursday. (It was very successful! But long.) Then I came down with a sinus infection that is still kicking my butt this weekend. I am trying to take it easy and rest. Yesterday I took a two hour nap, hence the lack of a Saturday Farmer’s Market on actual Saturday, but sitting out on my balcony mixing soil, transplanting things, and fertilizing plants was exactly what I needed today. Plus, I took LOTS of pictures for you.

full balcony againThis is what the balcony looks like right now. There’s still a little bit more room for expansion, which is good because we have three tomato plants still inside under the grow light! Thankfully we’ll have room for those and a few more herb disks. Speaking of herb disks – Johnny’s Seeds has a customer for life. I called them on Friday because our cress is turning yellow and there was no information about it online. No one seems to have that problem. So I called the help line and I was on the phone for about twenty minutes while the woman researched their cress and finally gave me a suggestion saying that if it didn’t work, to please call back. So we transplanted the cress into a bigger pot and gave it lots of water (but not too much!), so hopefully it perks back up.

succulentsThis was my big project last weekend! I bought a bunch of succulents and I put them in this letter holder that my friend bought me as a house warming present. We don’t get a lot of mail, so I wanted to do something with it that would be useful and interesting and I finally figured it out! I love this as a succulent planter and I’m just so so happy with it. One the spiny ones had a branch fall off, so I’m trying to grow it back up:

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He’s already perked up a bit and straightened out! He was leaning over slightly. I just think this is the cutest little thing ever.

cellosiamintWhile I do enjoy the thrill of growing plants from seed (I mean, there’s nothing better than finally seeing them sprout up!), I also like the instant gratification of buying plants that are already started. I bought this celosia and this lovely smelling grapefruit mint plant at Lowes last weekend. Celosia is so cool looking and apparently you can eat it. The grapefruit mint does in fact smell like grapefruit. I think I might put some in a smoothie or two today.

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Remember what my lettuce looked like two weeks ago? You couldn’t even see them, so I circled the seedlings. They are getting bigger and bigger! There were a few that were crowding each other, so I plucked those yesterday and soon I’ll have to thin these again.

swiss chardFinally, barely visible, are the swiss chard we planted last weekend! I’m so excited for these to come up, because they are very brightly colored and pretty. And, hopefully, tasty.

I never really thought of myself as someone who would enjoy gardening as much as I do. Like with most things in my life, I feel like I have to have a little success to really feel attached to it, and we have been successful in a lot of ways. I love to get my hands (and feet) dirty on our little balcony. I love mixing our own potting soil, keeping the plants healthy, trying to solve problems that appear. We’ve started keeping a record of everything we are doing so that when next year rolls around, we’ll know when we planted things and what worked, and what failed spectacularly.

So tell me, how does your garden look today?

 

 

 

 

My Last Readathon Hour!

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Well, folks, I think this is good night for me. I’ve been reading since 8 this morning and that’s a lot of uninterrupted reading time. I read over 800 pages, 400 of which belonged to Clash Of Kings and 400 of which were from this lovely book called This Is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer E. Smith. It’s an absolutely perfect book for the readathon. Quick and funny and charming. I don’t think I can recommend it enough for something like this! I’m sleepy, but I’m not exhausted. I might read a bit more tonight, but I don’t think I’m going to be finishing any more books.

This cover and this title are just fitting for today. This is what happy looks like! Sitting on a couch, reading all day, forgetting about responsibilities and stresses, if only for a little while. Sharing some time with someone I love. I’ve just had so much fun today. I ate yummy snacks, I read good books, I lounged on the couch, I spent some time with Michael (who had a studython today), and I talked to all of you wonderful friends on Twitter and Tumblr and Instagram.

Can I just say how amazing all the organizers for the Readathon are? I have helped out a few readathons and I know how difficult it is! I did not know Dewey. I started blogging in December 2008, but I feel like she’s always been such a huge presence. I have found myself thinking over the years: if only I had started blogging earlier. So many of the bloggers I love loved her, and I wish I had had the chance to know her. I know how much Dewey means to so many of us and even though I didn’t know her, I think she’d be proud of the Readathon that we have all continued in her honor. The book blogging community can seem like a huge and fractured place these days. But the Readathons are the two days out of the year when we stop and remember why we do this day in and day out: because we share this common love, this common passion. So thank you for sharing that with me. I love you for it.

Readathon Hour 11

clash of kingsWe are nearing the halfway mark and I have finally finished my first book! I wasn’t really planning on reading all of Clash of Kings today. I had read about half of it and I was going to spend the morning reading a hundred pages or so before I moved onto some of my more readathon appropriate books, but I got sucked in. So I guess that means it was a readathon appropriate book?

I think I liked this book a lot better than the first one, even though there wasn’t nearly enough Daenerys and her dragons. I have heard that I will like the third book even more!

Here are my readathon stats:

Pages read: 469 (Clash of Kings)
Minutes listened: 32:02 (Seraphina)
Books read: 1
Snacks eaten: Bread with smokey goat cheese and garlic jelly, chips and queso, Dunkin Donuts coffee, and a couple munchkins. (ETA: Totally forgot! I had a salad, too. Keeping this readathon healthy.)

What’s next?

this is what happy looks likeAnd pizza!

 

Readathon Hour 1

I’m awake! No reading has happened, but I’m happy to say the strange dreams are over and the reading is about to begin! Now, for the introductory questions.

1) What fine part of the world are you reading from today?

The lovely NYC. Mostly from my bed, my couch, and the walk to Dunkin Donuts.

2) Which book in your stack are you most looking forward to?

Poison by Bridget Zinn. I’ve heard such good things.

3) Which snack are you most looking forward to?

I am woefully underprepared when it comes to snacks.

4) Tell us a little something about yourself!

I am blogging from my phone right now, so I apologize of this post looks weird. Or if there are strange autocorrects.

5) If you participated in the last read-a-thon, what’s one thing you’ll do different today? If this is your first read-a-thon, what are you most looking forward to?

Read all day! I haven’t had a readathon without some kind of plans, so this time I’ll really just be reading ALL day!

Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver

flight behaviorThis is one of those posts that just won’t write itself. I keep getting bogged down in the plot summary, when really all I want to do is post my favorite quotes from this novel and let you decide. It’s pretty, and I truly enjoyed reading about the characters, but it is flawed.

It is a novel about global warming and it is not subtle about it. Sometimes the story is sacrificed to get that message across. Lengthy discussions of global warming and what it means and how hopeless it is. Things that aren’t untrue, but perhaps could have been more artistically woven into the story.

But it’s also a novel about a marriage and a mother and a friendship and a mother-in-law. And in those moments, it’s lovely. Now, for the quotes:

They faced each other, a towering, morose man and his small, miserable wife, both near tears. How could two people both lose an argument? (174)

My favorite quotes are ones that express something you’ve seen but never known how to describe.

She could see that his old generosity was still there, but was sometimes being held captive by despair, like a living thing held underwater. (239)

It was hard to feel the remotest sympathy for any of the fools she had been. As opposed to the fool she was probably being now. 394

In one transcendent moment buoyed by two ounces of Riesling she saw the pointlessness of clinging to that life raft, that hooray-we-are-saved conviction of having already come through the stupid parts, to arrive at the current enlightenment. The hard part is letting go, she could see that. There is no life raft; you’re just freaking swimming all the time. (394)

I feel like the quotes I picked aren’t even particularly beautiful. They are just ones that I liked. If blog posts are supposed to recommend a book or not, I’m not sure I could tell you one way or the other. You might be put off by the constant reminder that this is a novel with an issue at its heart instead of a plot. Or maybe you’ll get something out of this book, like I did, even if it’s only a few quotes and a pleasant reading experience.

Top Ten Books I HAD To Buy…But Are Still Sitting On My Shelf Unread

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It’s a rewind week for Top Ten Tuesday and I thought this would be a good topic after my discussion on Sunday’s post. I’m trying not to do this anymore. I want to read books as soon as I buy them or just put them on a wish list. But here are the books that have been lingering a little bit too long.

1. The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss – I bought this immediately after reading The Name of the Wind, which I really enjoyed. To be fair, I’m trying to savor this series. I don’t want to have to wait too long for the third book, which has no confirmed release date.

2. The Thorn and the Blossom by Theodora Goss – I think Ana’s review of this one was the one that made me purchase this one and I’m not exactly sure why I haven’t read it yet. Other than the fact that it seems too beautiful and delicate to carry with me on the subway.

3. The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente  - Truthfully, I’ve started this book a dozen times and every time I try to read it just comes across as so precious. I know that all of you have read it and loved it – could you please convince me?

4. Alif the Unseen by G. Willow Wilson – This has such an interesting premise and got such great buzz. I bought it after reading the dedicated Maximum Shelf from Shelf Awareness about it. No reason I haven’t read it yet, other than it’s a hardcover and the subway ride is long.

5. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot – So I actually bought this one for Michael, but I knew that after he read it, I wanted to too. Still sitting on my shelf.

6. The Language Instinct by Stephen Pinker – I tried to give myself a nudge to read this one back in January but it didn’t happen. I know Sara was even thinking about reading it with me. Did you finish this one, Sara?

7 & 8. The Art of Losing and Dear Darkness by Kevin Young – I bought this anthology and poetry collection by Kevin Young right after reading The Best American Poetry of 2011, which was also edited by Kevin Young. I’ve been awful about reading poetry this year, so I really just need to get my act together and read these two.

0. The Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell – So, as you know, I needed to own this so bad that I bought it twice!

10. A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness and illustrated by Siobhan Dowd – I keep meaning to read this one, but I know how sad it is and that’s been putting me off. I’m sure I’ll need a sad book one of these days, but not right now.

The New York Public Library’s Most Active Patron*

currently readingMy co-worker dubbed me so, this past week, when I walked to the library in the pouring rain because I had books due and books to pick up. Looking back at all of the books I’ve read this year, this has been one of my best reading years in a long time and it’s only April. I think it is because I’m getting rid of some old bad habits, namely buying books and letting them sit on my shelf for years and years.

What has been happening is I will buy a book and then want to treasure it. You see, I paid money for that book, so I have to make it worthwhile. So I put off reading it. Because if I buy a book and read it right away… somewhere in my mind that’s akin to buying a bag of chips and eating it all in one sitting. Logically that doesn’t even really make sense, but there it is. I’ve realized that the books sit and languish on the shelf and then I don’t read them and I forget why I ever wanted to in the first place.

So I’ve been reading books as soon as I buy them. Or I’ve been getting from the library instead and reading those right away. The longer I have a book out from the library, the less likely it is that I’ll read it. I obviously do want to read the books on my shelves, but only when I want to. I’m not going to force myself to read them, but I’m also going to be more careful about the books I buy. Is this a book I want to read right now? If not, then I’ll wait and put it on my wish list. It’s living in the moment when it comes to what I want to read.

It’s admittedly not a reading style that lends itself to tours or review copies, so I imagine those will be even fewer and farther between, though I don’t really accept many review copies now, it will truly only be the ones that are screaming: READ ME NOW.

Sometimes, though, there are too many books at once that are screaming the same thing. I’ve been feeling almost overwhelmed by the amount of books that just sound too good to pass up. I’m currently listening to The Great Gatsby, which I got from Audible, read by Tim Robbins. It has just gotten very intense and I will probably finish it tomorrow on my subway ride. I do really love it, even though I didn’t think I would at first. I started Indiscretion by Charles Dubow, a book I received to review, but that is also what my co-worker and I are reading for our book club-of-two. From the library I have The Best of All Possible Worlds by Karen Lord, which Iris reviewed and sounds so thought-provoking and interesting. Though the US cover is hideous compared to the UK cover! Also A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki, which I do need to read soon, because I’m sure someone else has requested it. Thank you to Vasilly for making that one sound irresistible. If I could get most of those read this week so I can start reading A Clash of Kings by the pool this weekend in Florida, I’ll be a happy camper. Nothing screams pool-side reading like a battle for Westeros.

*Not a statistically accurate fact.

Saturday Farmer’s Market – Balcony Garden Beginnings!

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When Chris announced last week that he was keeping up Heather’s lovely Saturday Farmer’s Market weekly event, I couldn’t wait to participate and show you pictures of our balcony garden! We finally started transplanting our seedlings into pots and now my apartment smells like dirt and fertilizer. We are completely novice gardeners, taking what we’ve learned from books and Michael’s countless hours of internet searches and Reddit Gardening reading into something that looks like a garden. We’ve already failed plenty, but we’re starting to learn that that’s really what gardening is. Lots of failure, which makes the successes taste that much sweeter.

Balcony gardenHere is the start! In the big long pot, we have some lettuce that we’re starting. I’m afraid it’s a bit too late for them. Right now it’s still in the 60s, but it’s supposed to be in the 70-80s this weekend and we’re afraid they’re going to bolt. But they’re supposed to be a bit hardier than most lettuce. It’s the Garden Babies Butterhead from Renee’s Garden. Next to the lettuce is our sad little broccoli, that’s not really doing too well, a second squash, cilantro that’s probably been put outside too soon, whirlybird, arugula, cress. In the big pot are carrots and then a zinnia that looks TINY in its huge pot, but that’s going to need that much space when it gets larger.

We ordered our seeds from Johnny’s and Renee’s. We’re really loving the Renee’s for it’s beautiful package, and hopefully we’ll love it because they’re just good plants. From Johnny’s we got the herb disks, which have been great! You don’t really need to worry too much about them. We’re still waiting for our warm-weather herb disks to germinate inside. I hope the do!

I’m most excited though about our tiny baby lettuces. I squealed when I went out on the balcony this morning. They’re so cute! So I’m keeping my fingers crossed for them.

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Still in the works are a strawberry planter and tomatoes and hot peppers that still need some time inside before the weather gets warm enough to put them outside. I’m really excited and proud of us for keeping it up this year. Last year all of our seedlings died when we put them outside too early. Instead of dusting ourselves off and trying again we just gave up. NOT THIS YEAR!

Today I’m going to be starting some strawberries inside and planting some chard in an empty pot outside. What are you doing in the garden today?

 

The Blueberry Years by Jim Minick

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There’s a healthy amount of idealism in Jim and his wife’s dreams of owning a blueberry farm. They are both teachers and they are burnt out by the time they decide to buy a plot in the mountains of Virginia to start their own organic blueberry farm. They eventually want a farm that will be profitable and also give them the time they want to pursue their creative endeavors. Jim has some experience with growing blueberries, since his family owns a blueberry farm in Pennsylvania  So they buy a small piece of property (which looks nothing like the farm on the cover!) and begin planting their blueberry plants that will eventually start producing in the coming years.

I really enjoyed The Blueberry Years. It’s set up in a series of vignettes that are arranged more or less chronologically. Each chapter is very short, sometimes only a page or two, and usually around three to four pages. This made the reading go by very fast, but I also liked the way each chapter was like a snapshot of the Minnick blueberry farm. You could tell that Jim and Sarah loved their little blueberry farm, but you also know from the beginning that they are eventually going to leave it. Watching the process from heady idealism, to the growth of the farm, to the somewhat-success of the farm, to their eventual decision to leave the farm painted a complete picture of what it might actually be like to take something like this on.

While this is even less of a how-to than Animal Vegetable Miracle, one of the things that bothered me about Kingsolver’s book is the lack of practical application of what she was doing and the lack of information about what Kingsolver and her family did after they finished the book. The Blueberry Years is a memoir, with some history and science about blueberries thrown in, and it’s certainly not a how-to-start-an-organic blueberry farm book, but it felt so much more realistic. Jim and Sarah were average people with some farming experience, but no professional farming experience, and they built their blueberry farm from the ground up.

Minick is a lovely writer. The Blueberry Years is written in a conversational style and it feels like you are going through a photo album and Jim is sitting next to you explaining what’s in each photo. Like any good nonfiction book, I had a lot of facts to share about blueberries to anyone who would listen. It made me crave a big, huge crate of blueberries to freeze and I can’t wait for them to be available in farm stands. Like Animal Vegetable Miracle, this book made me miss Virginia.

I think what I got the most out of The Blueberry Years is that I really want a blueberry bush and I can’t wait until I have a yard to grow one in. I read this book as a part of Debi’s year of themed reading, with March focusing on gardening books. Of the four I read, I think this was my favorite and I’ll definitely be keeping my eye out for whatever Minick writes in the future.

Poetry Out Loud

When she contacted me about this month of poetry posts, Serena made the suggestion that we record a vlog of us reading our favorite poems, and I wish I had time (or the guts) to do that and share it with you. I’ve been thinking about that suggestion all week, though, and about how important it is for poetry to be spoken.

I love reading poetry out loud, though usually when I’m by myself. I’m a little bit self conscious of my voice when I’m recorded or when people are listening, but because of that, it feels like a very private thing. When the house is quiet and there is no one else around, you can often find me reading a poem to no one but myself.

Some days it’s a poem that is just dying to read, that I want to hear and feel in a way that I can’t when I’m reading silently. Sometimes it’s a poem that I’ve written myself, and I’m reading it out loud to make sure that it sounds the way it reads. Often, though, it’s a poem that I don’t really understand or one that I don’t particularly like. Sometimes, things that are hidden when you read a poem are uncovered when you speak it. A poem that gives me trouble will unfold and become clear when I say it out loud. A poem that I didn’t find particularly clever is suddenly genius when I can hear exactly what the poet wanted me to hear. It doesn’t always happen, but poetry is, often, meant to be spoken out loud and I can miss things when I read them.
When I’m proofreading, I often read out loud. I hear mistakes better than I see them. (I’m sure this is terribly annoying for anyone who asks me to edit something, especially at work.) In that same way, I hear the beauty of a poem before I might see it. When I review books of poetry or post poems on my blog, I often get comments about how difficult poetry is, but I’m a big believer that a lot of poetry is for the masses. Some of it is difficult for sure, but it’s just like any other medium. If anything has been my mantra since I started blogging about poetry it’s this: there is a poem out there for you. If reading poetry hasn’t done it for you so far, can I just suggest that you read it out loud? You never know what you might hear.

This post is part of Serena’s National Poetry Month Blog Tour. You can check out the rest of the participants here!

#readbyatt – The End

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Somewhere along the way, I began to fall in love with Possession, but it probably wasn’t until this last week of reading. I respected it before now. I even liked it, but I wasn’t sure about it. The last 100 pages, though? They are perfect.

I don’t like to read books that aren’t keeping my attention and, as you know, I started and stopped reading Possession many times. But every time, I was fairly certain that I would like it if I had the patience to keep reading. So instead of sending the book off to another home, I kept putting it back on my shelf for the right day.

It turns out that reading Possession slowly was the way to read it. I think that having a span of time in between sections gave me time to mull over what happened, to really let it sink in, before continuing with the story. After the first week, I found myself excited to find out what happened next, even when I had previously been frustrated with the narrative structure.

Because Possession is a story about passion and love and history and betrayal, but it is also a story about narrative structure and literature and scholarship. As soon as one narrative gets going, the story switches to another and then another. It’s hard to see the continuity until the end, when everything starts to come together and have meaning. It’s a book that I imagine only gets richer with each reading, which makes me a little bit sad that my book has fallen completely apart.

John Green has said that it doesn’t really matter if you guess the ending. You should still be able to enjoy getting there. I do get a lot of pleasure out of guessing the ending of a book before it happens. I feel clever, after all. And I do enjoy seeing how an author eventually makes everything come together to that conclusion. I suppose it’s really only a complaint when something that should be surprising is so obvious. If the intent is surprise and you see it coming from a mile away, that’s a flaw. But when clues are cleverly placed and you have just been smart enough to figure them out? That’s a compliment.

I just spent a lot of words talking about something that didn’t happen in Possession. I didn’t guess the ending before it happened and there is delight in that as well. When a story has carried you along so expertly that you don’t even bother to try to figure it out and guess ahead, well, I love that, too.

Possession is a book that is worth the wait. It’s difficult and frustrating to get through the beginning, but it is worth it. It’s worth it to read it slowly, a couple of chapters a week. I’m glad that I had people telling me it was worth it, so now I’m telling you.

I don’t have much else to say about Possession, other than reading it. This post isn’t even really about Possession, so much as the experience of reading it. Maybe I will post again, maybe I’ll be a little bit more critical, but right now I’m just enjoying the feeling of finishing an amazing book.

Some favorite quotes:

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed.
One night they fell asleep, side by side, on Maud’s bed, where they had been sharing a glass of Calvados. He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase. (458)

What an amazing word “heady” is, en passant, suggesting both acute sensuous alertness and its opposite, the pleasure of the brain as opposed to the viscera — though each is implicated in the other, as we know very well, with both, when they are working. (511)

He had time to feel the strangeness of before and after; an hour ago there had been no poems, and now they came like rain and were real. (514)

In the morning, the whole world had a strange new smell. It was the smell of the aftermath, a green smell, a smell of shredded leaves and oozing resin, of crushed wood and splashed sap, a tart smell, which bore some relation to the smell of bitten apples. It was the smell of death and destruction and it smelled fresh and lively and hopeful. (551)

Thank you to Kim and all the other participants who joined in the #readbyatt discussions on their blogs and on Twitter! It has been a more meaningful reading experience with co-conspirators.

If you didn’t join in the readalong, maybe because you already read Possession, we are doing a watch-along of the movie. Our tentative plans are for this Sunday, April 7th at 7PM Central Time. We will be live tweeting the movie and we hope you’ll join us! If we decide to change the time for any reason, we’ll be sure to give you ample notice.