One of the great things about humanity is our adaptability. We adjust quickly to a set of circumstances; we experiment, assess, and move on. The downside of this survival skill is that as soon as a new achievement is attained, us humans are quick to renegotiate our happiness and needs. It’s the whole grass is always greener thing. read more »
If my rural southern forbears found out that each year I seek out the chance to pick apples, they’d probably be disappointed that I didn’t own the orchard but glad that it was something easy like apples instead of something gross like tobacco. But when they found out that I actually pay for the privilege of doing farm work, they’d all keel over dead on the spot (hopefully after producing whichever offspring ultimately led to my existence). Why on Earth, they would wonder, would I pay to harvest fruit? And even worse, why would I drag my children into it?
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Once, I was a martini kind of girl. Waiting for a table at a cool restaurant, it was no big deal to toss one back. And though I do like the things, there was more than a hint of bravado in my order––obviously, I was pretty tough. read more »
August? Already? This summer has been too busy for my liking, and so this month we’re looking to slow things way down. Current plans include: swimming, lazing in the sun, eating outdoors, catching fireflies, and showing the girls the Blue Ridge Mountains.
In the city, fall comes on slowly –– the urban heat effect pushes off the turning of the leaves until late November. But here in the country, the change is sudden. This is my call to action; there are peaches to slurp and watermelon seeds to spit. I haven’t made it in yet, but I’m planning a dip in a swimming hole or two. And maybe just a little more sangria, for good measure. read more »
Summer’s grace has descended here in Virginia. The seventeen-year cicadas are gone, but regular old ones hiss from the lush green trees, fireflies dot the evenings, and the first fruits and vegetables are ripening in our tiny garden. We’ve had a stretch of rainy days, and that’s felt right––a sort of nature-imposed time of reflection just ahead of the season of sweltering abundance.
And the tomatoes have arrived. read more »
One of the things I love most about eating seasonally is that it gives the seasons and the weather real meaning. Each week of the growing season brings new possibilities. Last year, an early spring meant favorite summer fruits showed up almost a month early. This year, things are arriving more or less on schedule, so we’re still waiting for strawberries and asparagus (though we do have ramps!). read more »