Once again hours and hours in the car paid off with a beautiful nugget from the radio. Yesterday on NPR I heard an interview with Annie Liontas about her debut novel, Let Me Explain You. A Greek patriarch of a dysfunctional (really, is there any other kind?) family has a dream in which he is visited by the Goat of Death (yes!) and is convinced he is going to die in 10 days. …
blue thunder moon
July 2015 opened with a full moon and is closing with one, bookends to a beautiful high summer month.
But what happens with the native names when there are two full moons in a calendar month? I knew the July full moon to be the buck, and the August is… well, you’ll find out…but what happens when two full moons occur within one Gregorian calendar month cycle?
I turned to the answer source, the Farmer’s Almanac, which told me the full moon of 7/31/15 is the thunder moon. Seems an excellent appellation.
I think there may be a longer-term rhythm/logic at work here based on the number of full moons annually, or something, rather than in calendar months, but it has been a long week so won’t reflect (oh, pun!!!) on it now.
But, once in a blue moon…
simple gifts
At the end of a long and beautiful summer day, one clafoutis dish to be cleaned, two Spinoni so willing.
Appreciating the small sweet bits that come our way, no more to say xo
gratitude & independence
Last week, a few days before July 4 les collines received a vote of confidence and a hand up from the good folk at the CEDC and the HVADC of Columbia County. We are so grateful. The timing was pretty perfect.
And as a result…we are in business!! Making our sweet version of slow food on this little hill in this beautiful corner of the County. Inspired by everything, everything around us.
On the agenda this week, pitting sour cherries, picking black raspberries, gooseberries. Pulling Sevilles from the freezer for a Christmas in July marmalade, simmering New Zealand Meyers and fresh-from-the-garden rosemary, post downpours, for a summertime Meyer lemon rosemary jelly. 
Summer harvests and les collines, to savor, with gratitude xo
coup de foudre
Today felt like history in the raw, start to finish. Everyday is history, and for some more than others: but there are moments that resonate for such large groups, an entire country, culture, that you can’t help but stop, pause, catch your breath….
grace and David Brooks
Long post after a long gap….
mad men
It is the series finale tonight of Mad Men, a show I have only seen in fits and starts. I won’t be viewing; it is on my to stream in marathon sessions list….
a little life
Home with a stomach bug last week, I was able to catch up on some of my stacks of reading. Still trying to decide whether to have a go at what sounds a very difficult book. One of those books that hurts but stays with you, that shifts your perspective, maybe just a notch on the sundial but so the light nonetheless looks different and the shadows shift. Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life.
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a tribe of one’s own
In the past few months two women I know used the word tribe to describe close community, or more narrowly that part of the community that one counts on and turns to, whether for fun or crisis management. A select group. …
grace of bluebirds
Yesterday morning I was heading downstairs to go out for a run when something on the radio made me pause. The Academic Minute, John Lurz from Tufts talking about the physicality of books– …
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