Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Look back on summer 2014

SUMMER always leaves too soon. As it fades, I always wonder where it went, what did I DO this summer.  Why didn't I take time to sit down and share on my blog?  I don't know.  Was I too busy? The first essay back in school was always "What I Did On My Summer Vacation."  This seems a good exercise to remind me of how fortunate I am to live in a place where many others travel to for their precious vacations, but I wake up here every day with possibilities before me.  As I edited a few photos, I realized I did enjoy my summer (which is quite different from being glad it is over, no matter how much I love fall.)

Lawn tickets.  Picnic.  Drive up through the woods in the sports car, top down.
This tops the list every year-with several concerts.  The best this year-all Beethoven. 
Add to it.  Visits to Naumkeg and the Clark. Also nice, evening performances in Seiji Ozawa Hall.  
Greenfield, MA
Why there?  You lay on the grass right below Poets Seat Tower and watch them overhead.  Band Concert. (And I used to live in the neighborhood, for 14 years!) Friends. Feels like home.

  There is NOTHING like a local berry, warm from the sun.  This year, HUGE and so sweet.

Here, we all scream for gelato.
This one--strawberry rhubarb.  My own rhubarb, berries from above photo.  Also raspberry gelato, and ice creams of all flavors.  The picnic cloth is a huge piece of the heaviest Ralph Lauren denim that I have ever found.  It goes everywhere in the summer.

Our CSA-Community Supported Agriculture.  Bruce and Jenny Wooster run a fabulous farm, just a couple miles from home.  We pick up our food at the farm one time a week.  Besides this room with picked, sorted, and washed veggies, there is a world of pick-your-own, as much as you need out in the fields.  Green beans, cherry and saladette tomatoes, berries, herbs, herbs, herbs, and my fav--the pick-your-own--flower beds.  I have had flowers on the counters all summer. (This will be what I miss MOST about leaving summer.)

This should have its own blog.  It is probably one of the things that will keep me from Never moving away from New England again.  Thank you Benson Place for the great year--and the singing staff at the sorting table.  It was a happy day. (And, anytime I pass Hager's Market on Route 2, I Always stop for a maple ice cream smoothie)

I planted so many kinds that I could barely remember the names--and then tomato blight took them out too soon.  Ah, farming.  The little yellow pear tomatoes were stellar.  And even today, Oct. 1st, I am still picking those funny, lumpy ones near the top.  They are called "brain tomatoes."  I think the bottom striped ones were called "Frankenstein."  The dark ones were "Russian Black."  The garden here at home also produced: green and yellow string beans, tomatillos, jalapeños, two kinds of eggplants, red onions, strawberries, rhubarb, high-bush blueberries, giant sunflowers, butternut squash, acorn squash, decorative gourds, amazing pumpkins of several varieties, sweet peppers, fennel (first time I have had a good crop of fennel), celery, swiss chard, beets (which didn't do well, but the chickens enjoyed), basil, rosemary, thyme, zucchini, and probably something else that I have forgotten.  Pheww!  I guess what I did this summer is eat veggies.

Kids, if you eat all your veggies, you can have This on the weekend.  This is just half of a lobster club sandwich.   J ate the other half.  And those crispy onions were perfect.  Forget a wimpy lobster roll.  Bobby Flay did a throw down with this particular sandwich chef--and lost.  
I feel the need to catch up now.  On a roll.  More summer pictures tomorrow and then I will embrace fall.  I promise.

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