Fresh on Friday

Hallelujah, the air has cleared some! Last night a refreshing coast breeze pushed the smoke eastward, and a (very) few scattered drops of rain scoured the air a bit though have not actually dampened the ground. (I prayed for a lot more, then found out our hay guy had third cutting on the ground. Never mind, Lord!) The sky has returned to more normal shades of gray and blue, instead of the dingy yellowish haze that sucked the color and life out of everything. My mood and energy level both got a boost; I hope the firefighters did as well.

This morning's haul from the garden:

That's just half a row of green beans; I still need to pick another whole row, plus all the tomatoes (lots of SunGolds and other small ones; not enough to can). Rick picked the first half of the green bean row Wednesday night for our neighbors who give us dill; I've put up seven pints and six quarts of spicy dilly beans (some from another neighbor) which is probably plenty since they aren't Rick's favorite.

I can't dilly-dally with dealing with all these vegetables, because these are ripe now, too:

No rest for the weary at . . .