Perpetual Students

When I started to write this post, I immediately thought of Matthew McConaghey's David Wooderson character in Dazed and Confused. I don't actually think he was still a student, though. Just an old perv who liked high school girls. Anywhoo...

If one was to come into Mr. W's and my house and begin inspecting various surfaces, they would quickly realize that the two of us are perpetual students. The areas around our nightstands are cluttered with books we're trying to finish. The windowsill in our kitchen holds dozens of cookbooks. The coffeetable usually acts as a catchall to our paperbacks and magazines. Mr. W even had to build an additional shelf in our guest room to accommodate our growing library.

I think you can tell a lot about a person by the books they keep. 

For example, you might look up at The Urban Homestead book above and know immediately that I spent about 20 minutes yesterday picking worms our of compost. True story.

And you might predict by the picture below that Mr. W often leaves overflowing bottles of sourdough starter around our sink.

If someone didn't know I was training to become a life coach, they could probably pretty quickly make guesses about my interests or desired career path if they examined some of my recent reads:

It's not pictured here, but 50 Shades of Grey does exist in our house. And although Mr. W would probably LOVE for me to dedicate my studies to its subject matter, he'll have to wait. Gardening and career counseling currently trump S&M around here...

What are you reading right now?

Lean, Green Growing Machines

Our miniature backyard farm is feeling awfully monochromatic these days. It seems everything is still in a nascent stage. Well, except for the zucchini plant that keeps producing fruit like we were a family of ten in need of massive amounts of squash.

The pumpkin plant (that's it trying to take over our yard in the first picture above) has lots of flowers but has only managed to grow one decent-sized pumpkin. The green guy above is about a foot in diameter. Even if he's all we get from the gargantuan plant, I'll be happy. I may not even be able to carve him at Halloween.

Our tomatoes have tons of fruit hanging off their vines—but nothing red. Not even yellow! Except for the crazy rogue that's been producing all year. Although it got infested by some sort of tomato-murdering bug, so its crops have been scaled back since summer hit.

The little olives are coming along nicely. No idea what we'll do with them once they're ready to be picked.

The cucumber has given us quite a few thorny little tubers and a few weeks ago, Mr. W even jarred some with a mix of secret ingredients to make some pickles. We just tried them this morning and although they're a little tart, the flavor is pretty great.

The four avocados we have on our tree continue to grow. They've gotten quite large since the first time I photographed them. We cannot wait to turn them into guacamole!

Our butternut squash has several big gourds on it, which is extremely exciting. I have a feeling we'll be eating lots of butternut squash soup and ravioli this winter!

Our fig tree is covered in babies. They always remind me of old school Christmas lights. Somehow Mr. W was able to track down two purple ones last week, but I've only seen green when I've looked up into the limbs.

I was looking for ripe figs one day when I noticed something else in our other, taller tree. A nest of bees. We don't know if they're planning to make a hive, but they've been congregating here for a few weeks now. Mr. W read online that when bees are in between queens, they'll often just hang out together in a spot awaiting further instruction. We're hoping they decide to call our tree home. They're high up enough that they don't disturb us, but we absolutely love having them around to pollinate the garden.

The one spot of bright color right now is on the artichokes we let go to flower. They're vibrant lavender and seem to be a magnet for the hummingbirds.

I'm hoping the garden adds some new hues to its palette soon. We would love some ruby red tomatoes and bright orange squash. And maybe as the blossoming fruits here change and mature, we'll have similar growth in our own lives. Maybe Mr. W and I will soon add a little more color to our days in the form of coaching clients or a film project or a new home. In the meantime, we'll keep weeding and tending and enjoying the visiting bees and hummingbirds.

Here's Mud in Your Eye. Here's Poop on Your Bathmat.

The arrival of summer in Hollywood has brought hummingbirds to our backyard, all sorts of fruits and vegetables to our kitchen, warm breezes through our living room, and pile after pile of unexpected cat poop to my bathmat. I'm not entirely sure what started the trend—I think the balance of clumping litter vs. feline pine may have been slightly askew or maybe cleanliness wasn't up to a certain girl's standards—but my little grey cat suddenly decided to begin occasionally hunkering her hairy butt down and leaving me "presents" outside the shower.

The culprit

One morning, I slept in a little late and when I got up, Mr. W informed me that Zoe had again dropped a load on my mat.

Great.

I walked into the kitchen and saw it folded in half next to the washing machine. Helpful husband had removed it from my bathroom floor. Except when I flipped it open to spot treat before throwing it in the wash, I discovered that, although he had taken the bathmat out of my bathroom, he'd left the poop rolled up inside of it.

Seriously, Mr. W?

We had a nice chat about how next time he could just leave it for me to find—unfolded—in its original location.

I'm hoping this poopie problem is soon under control. Because, frankly, it stinks.

In the meantime, I decided to make myself feel better by making a few edits and additions to my bathroom decor...

Just so we're clear here, I may be going through training to become a life coach but I will never stop talking about poop. Have a good weekend everyone!