I’m a creature of habit. I always start this column with a comment about the week’s weather. It’s a shout-out to my maternal grandmother, Nellie Armstrong. She wrote me often while I was away at college and as a young mother. She always told me about the weather in Rew, Pa. If she attended a social gathering, she mentioned each time they served “bought” cookies.

Since I’m writing on Sunday this week, I do not know what the coming days will bring. I was wondering, however, if the increased wind is a sign of global climate change or if I really do have a faulty memory?

I finally spent some time in my own vegetable garden. What a disaster! I often refer to it as ”the cobbler’s children’s feet.” I picked some overly large, but still good zucchini. I sautéed several onions and cooked the aforementioned squash until tender. I hit it with the hand-held blender and got a very flavorful puree. Two quart containers made it into the freezer. It will be a great addition to soups and/or sauces this winter. I’m not fond of the texture of zucchini when cooked too long and certainly not after some time in the freezer. Puree solves the problem.

While weeding a neglected unplanted bed, I came upon several perfect potatoes. I think that bed had them a few years ago and I must have missed a few when harvesting. They replanted themselves. I’ve said repeatedly: “Nature is grand!”

I harvested the fava beans. FYI, they have a hard shell on each bean inside the larger pod. They require a bit of fussing but are worth it. They are huge and yummy. Another plus, they can be planted early, along with peas as they can take a freeze. The flowers are interesting — black and white.

I’m a big fan of yard art. Various old farm implements are a personal favorite. I like the old bulldozer in the field across from Arrowhead Farm on Indian Hill Road. It’s covered in vines and totally belongs there.

My grandson, Christian, gifted me with a “find” from the West Tisbury dump. It’s a brass flamingo with a lime green tile body. I love it, especially since I always get a kick out of flamingos in yards.

The DJT lawsuit against the Wall Street Journal prompted me to pick up Sunday’s edition. I have not read it since college. My economics professor insisted that we read it daily. Yawn! I got irritated but did my best to read most of the articles. I confess that the opinion page may have been my undoing. One letter was entitled “ICE agents need protection.” It was a full defense of the masked officers doing the job of “righting” the wrong of Joe Biden’s Open Borders.

Clearly, I live in a different world.