Cilantro, by the way, is a very hardy plant. I planted some last year in a very shady spot in the hopes that the spot was not so shady as I thought, and that I might perhaps get some delicious Mexican Parsley, that vital accompaniment to so many dishes, out of it. Well, the spot was indeed the shady, but a rather leggy three plants of cilantro grew, became coriander, was harvested ... and became the parents of several dozen volunteer cilantro plants in the shade, plus some transplanted into my new garden, and my mom's garden, and some gardens in other towns.
The ones in my sunny garden were about 30" tall when they decided to lay down and gently cover my entire basil patch. Armed with scissors, I went out and snipped all the main stems and brought them inside.
The sour cherry tree is bearing nicely this year. There's a pie in the fridge, jam in the cupboard, and many more cherries on the tree to pick. If Filia and Filius get more picked today, I will probably make another batch of jam. It is amazing to me how varied the jam recipes are. One recipe called for 7 cups of sugar and 2 pouches of pectin for 3 pounds of fruit. The one I used called for 3 cups of sugar and one pouch of pectin for 4 pounds of fruit. And it is yummy!
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Knitting is going on in the background of life. The next thing I really should be doing, knitwise, is write some patterns... but I would rather knit than write. And since I don't have much in the way of a knitting queue, all sorts of other things are getting done around here.