grow squash

Rural Surrealism:

-It is hunting season. There are skinned animals hanging from trees. Camo clad people wait in line a the supermarket. You are not afraid. This is just how it is.

-Summer has begun. You spy a squash growing in someones garden. By the next week, summer squash are everywhere. Everybody has them. There’s so many. What can you possibly do with three boxes of summer squash? 

-This repeats near the end of summer with peppers.

-There is a disproportionate amount of churches. At least three for every square block.You see them in passing. Some are small, for a congregation of no more than thirty. Some seem built as compounds, sprawling over an entire city block. Behind them is one of the poorest parts of town.

-You go home. The dirt road leading to your house is washed out, even though this morning it was fine. You wonder if you will make it home if the bridge has flooded. This is a very real concern.

-You were driving. You are not now. There is a herd of cows on the highway. Some people do not realize that a cow is literally over a ton. It is half the size of your car. You stare ahead, and wonder which pasture they came from. One of them moos.

-It is late. In the distance, you hear barking; high pitched yelping. It echoes until you can no longer count individuals. You wonder if it is coyotes or wild dogs, or perhaps a hybrid group of both. The pack must be huge.

-There is a road not too far away. There is one in every town. During summer, if one walks along it, there are snakes. Many, many snakes. How can there possibly be this many of them?

-You are going down the river. You look down into the green water, and the silhouette of something giant swims beneath you. You watch it, knowing it has been around longer than your species can comprehend.

-You bring a woman a fruit. She opens it with wonder in her eyes. She is eighty years old, and has never seen a blood orange. The next week, you bring a mango. Ten years later, you still remember her face.

-There is a wrecked car in the middle of the woods, headlights cracked and half swallowed by the earth. There are no roads for miles around. 

I love visiting my parents in harvest time. This is just the early start, but, let me tell you, Royal Burgundy french beans are addictive. I mean, french beans in themselves are heavenly, but those are still better.

And that giant marrow was used to make three dishes for three people each. Expect marrow recipes soon.


It has been two different stories when it comes to the seed growing, the cucumbers and squash (which we saved from our own squash from last year) are doing brilliantly, but the tomatoes and peppers nada! So have planted more tomatoes and peppers (not sure what type , ones we saved ourselves but that is part of the fun) in bigger pots. Hopefully they will work this time. We are also going to try basil for the forth time, if it doesn’t work this time we are giving up on it! The allotment is still producing which is great, spinach, kale and romaine lettuce today. Yum!

P.s just to confirm we only saved the butternut squash seeds and the peppers ourselves.

On of my paintings; a devotional image of Xipe Totec. You can find a print of this image in my Etsy store at this link.

Here, Xipe Totec, the Flayed Lord, is painted as the Lord of the East. He is the Teótl of Spring, corn, and the morning sun. He stands on the head of the goddess of the earth, for the corn is born of her flesh; about his legs grow corn, pumpkins, tomatoes, squash, and amaranth, for as Lord of the Spring he feeds and nourishes us. He wears the skin of a flayed man, for at the dawn of time, he peeled off his own skin, from which grew corn, to feed his starving children. He carries in one pair of hands his Mist Rattle, which announces the coming of the rains. In another hand, a knife, symbolic of his sacrifice, and of death which is necessary to life, and finally, the Red Mirror, in which he sees the future, the past, and the truth of men’s hearts. To either side stand his children, who are us, the Mexicayotl, in adoration.