I'm sure you've noticed that I take many pictures of flowers. Today its vegetables. They're nice too.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Lavender fields forever. No, no, that's strawberry fields isn't it?
Forget an expensive trip to Provence, France. A day in Peg's garden is all you need if you long to wander through blooming rows of purple lavender, enjoy the beauty of this sweet smelling herb, rest under a shade tree, and experience the fragrance and healing qualities of this amazing purple flower. You may cut your own bouquet, dry it for cooking or make pillows to rest your sweet head and drift off to dream land.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
I forgot to post this picture of a turtle that hung around our dock in Maine. He has moss on him and we all wondered all old he is. Of course he stayed right there for the sandwiches that Starr and Gage fed him. (notice the bread in the water) Just sayin'.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
First we went to the farmer's market at Otsiningo.
We packed a lunch so next we wandered to Uncle Lee and Aunt Phyl's cottage on Echo Lake. Lunch was amazing but we were sad that they weren't home. I grew up on this lake, learned to swim, and felt the warm cozy feeling of swimming after dark and crawling in bed exhausted.
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But old barns are worth the bother.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I read an interesting book recently. It is called, "The Feast Nearby," by Robin Mather.
It is a memoir about a middle age, suddenly single girl who decides to move to a cabin on a lake to barter, trade, and grow her own food for $40 a week. Interesting thoughts were packed onto every page.
Having read this, I wanted to try some of her decadent yet inexpensive ideas, one of which is roasting her own coffee. So I bought some green beans, and an air pop popcorn popper. No kidding it was as simple as popping the green beans in the popper and watching them spin around for 20 minutes.
They went from green to brown just like magic.
We have been invited to my son's home in Windsor, New York for the weekend. He loves fresh ground coffee. Won't he love roasted, pop-the-top fresh from one of mom's canning jars coffee?
You know, you can't die until you have tried everything. This one's a winner.
Monday, July 18, 2011
This land was made for you and me. I dipped my toes in the brook today. If I tell you one more time how appreciative I am for my new knee, well, what are you going to do to me actually? Hope your day was also swell. Now there's a word that will take you back. Swell.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
My darling grandchildren are visiting from Tennessee this week. Ailee is 10 and Lola is 5. The last time they visited Lola was 1. Time flies by when you aren't paying attention.
We had a great day touring around Grafton and Weston. They loved the cows and the Vermont Country Store is always a hit with kids.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
After 17 years, I finally have a ceiling in my kitchen.
Someone thought it a good idea to buy a 200 year old house and fix it one board at a time. My patience almost ran out with this ceiling. And I have the patience of Job.
We left the summer beam exposed for all of you old house nuts!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Tommy picked me a rose this morning and placed it on my breakfast table before I woke. He always leaves me a love note, day after day; I have books full of them. If I live longer than him, I will take one of his lovely notes and place it by my cereal bowl at night before I go to bed so I will always have the priviledge of his love as I start my day.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
The final night in Maine brought us all together for a campfire with the last of our wood. Christie put her laptop on the picnic table and we also watched slides of our families when our children were small. I was much younger (and thinner) for an hour as we slid back through the years remembering silly New Year's Eve parties, camping trips and most of us blowing out candles on a long ago cake. I love our once-a-year family camping trip but it sure is a heart breaker at the end.