• Finally summer

    Yesterday was a steamy summer Saturday, a lazy-feeling day that makes you want to brew up a giant pot of iced tea and sip languidly in the hammock. On those sort of days, I envision the big front porches that lots of houses in New Orleans have, white with wicker furniture, huge ceiling fans, and cool pots of greenery. People don’t have those sort of porches in New England for a good reason---it’s only that hot one or two days a year. Matt did spend some time in the hammock, trying to coax Kidalou up with him. He’ll sit with you if you get in first and he can sit on your chest, but on his own, he hooks into the ropes with sharp talons since he can see the ground beneath. I guess it must be very confusing for a cat.

    I ate my first Sungold tomato from the garden on Friday….so sweet and good! I wish the plant would hurry up and make more! I’ve been picking a small bowl of raspberries nearly every day. It’s only enough for my cereal in the morning—I dream about having enough to make jam and pie, and some left over to freeze for the fall. We’re also starting to get blueberries now, firm and juicy and untouched by the birds (thanks to plastic netting).

    I realize that I didn’t say much about my birthday, and there are some things worth noting. Like an excellent dinner at Mezze down in Williamstown---Peekytoe crab salad with pea shoots, roast chicken with pea risotto, and a beautiful glass of  Spanish Monastrell (yum—one of my current favorites), and then homemade dessert at home. Yes, my wonderful husband made my childhood birthday cake, a spice cake with caramel frosting. He even called my mom to get the right recipe! We gorged ourselves for the next two nights, and then I took it to work, where it was an empty plate by the end of the day. One advantage to working in an office---people eat anything that is sitting around.

    Last night we went to Cambridge, NY to see a friend’s band, the Buckhill Ramblers. It was in a crunchy little bakery/café, and they made a good Sicilian pizza. We heard rumors about late-fourth fireworks, and sure enough, just down the street there was a small-town carnival, and people were set up to watch the display. My theory is that you can never have too many fireworks, so we patiently settled in to watch a decent show---very close and very low, which made for an exciting time. The fireworks were totally unexpected and made for a good end to the night. 

  • Latest projects

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    Beautiful greens from the garden

    Beautiful greens from the garden

    Here's an idea of a couple of projects I am working on----the garden and occasional art. I did a linoleum cut and printed it the other night for some endpapers. Yes, there are books in my future. Hopefully very soon.

  • Back to work

    The holiday weekend was an action-packed few days of fireworks, boats, and cook-outs. We spent an entire 24 hours with the Manfre clan at their lakehouse on Highland Lake, NH. It was a really beautiful area, with a cute little cabin right on a lake……parked next to boatloads of who else but honest-to-goodness New Yorkers! They were everywhere, on their (loud) motorboats, their (loud) ATVs, and at their “peaceful” lakeside cabins. Matt and I slept on the screened-in porch, which gave us the full effect of the New York surround sound. To be fair, I was woken up one time by a gaggle of loons passing by, so I can’t blame my whole sleepless night on them. Matt was so restless that he got up to fish for awhile----between the hours of 4 to 5 AM, which is actually too early for the fish! We still managed to have a great time, and caught some amazing fireworks right over the water (shot off by the next-door neighbors. Luckily we were out in the boat). The Manfres are champion eaters, so we ate really well---steak, corn, doughnuts (my fault), brownies, ice cream sandwiches, and other foods too numerous to mention.

    We came back to VT Saturday afternoon and started Part One of the birthday production. Matt got tickets to see Beth Orton, who was performing at the MOCA. It was an incredible concert, at once transformative, delicate, and powerful. I would highly recommend any of her albums, although I haven’t heard her latest.

    The last part of my mini-vacation involved going to a friend’s house for a sixth of July party. Lots of good food and some heated conversations about how the Olympics have been ruined by media coverage, as well as the use of Spanish smoked paprika as a secret ingredient (try it—it works with anything). A relaxing time….and back to work today.

    Did you know that Pinot Noir is really good chilled?

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  • Happy Anniversary!

    We went about our day in a normal fashion, and had just gotten home with dinner (pizza with eggplant and goat cheese and Caesar salad) when Matt’s mom called. From my end of the conversation, I gathered that Matt was thanking her for a card we hadn’t yet received. I suddenly realized that it was our anniversary! Four years, which isn’t much in the grand scheme, but not too shabby. We both felt terrible that we hadn’t remembered on our own what day it was…and we would’ve been much nicer to each other if we had. Unconditional love is a nice thought, but sometimes dirty dishes get in the way…….

    I weeded in the garden for a bit today. Every day I venture out, vulture-like, to see what’s ready to pick. We’ve had some strawberries so far, and the blueberries are getting very close. The raspberries have started to turn, and I picked what I could from the edge of the patch. It always turns into a brambly mess as the weather gets nice, as hard as I try to keep paths clear so I can pick. Instead, I have to put on pants, sneakers, and long sleeves so I don’t get too scraped up.

    Tomorrow we’re going to New Hampshire for the fourth. We’ll be at the Manfre’s lake house, close quarters and hopefully fun times. I’ve always loved the fourth, since it’s right around the corner from my birthday. When I was little, we would go to Pennsylvania to visit with my Mom’s family. They would have a cake and present for me, and I would swim until my lips turned blue. There are pictures of me when I was six in my pink tiger bathing suit with the little skirt, eating cake.

  • I'm a blogger, too!

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    Well, those of you who have known me for awhile probably never would have thought they would see ME blogging. Since I am rather adverse to computers and technology in general, it is rather a stretch. I thought it may be a good project for someone nearing an important age (it's not 20). Maybe it's the fear, or just the novelty, but I hope to keep it going---at least for a few months.

    I am beginning my much-anticipated four day vacation. I plan to do lazy things that I don't normally have time for, like lying in the hammock (a new addition to the estate--check it out when you visit) and creating a brand new gelato flavor (I've been wanting to use fresh herbs in everything). Also, I am determined to make fun popsicles--all the rage now, but there's something very appealing about them. Like the Jell-O pudding pops that I loved as a kid--creamy and comforting, vanilla, chocolate, and swirl. My brother and I had them when we went swimming at my grandparents' pool.

    I also plan to get in the studio and try to remember what I do there. It's unfortunately been awhile...The good news is that 500 Handmade Books just came out (published by Lark Books), and my books are two of the 500! Not a very good percentage, I know, but good enough for me.

    Stay tuned to this space. I promise pictures and more.....

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