The wonder and joy, the pure, sheer, never grows old delight of spotting first tiny growths in the garden….
Herondale Farm
This wonderful farm in Ancramdale has some of the very best meat around. Buy some at their farm store to bring home, or find it on the menus of local-quality committed, thinking chefs like Dan Barber at Blue Hill at Stone Barns and Dan Smith at John Andrews.
I just love Herondale‘s new ad:
Along with Ronnybrook dairy, Amazing Real Live Food Company cheese, and local organic produce including MX Morningstar and Sol Flower, you will find les collines at the Farm Store now, too!
country living, part 1 in an endless series
No, not like the magazine. Here you will get the straight stuff….
turtle, part deux
Turtle crossing update: eggs were laid…close to the road!!!!! That’s one risk-loving reptile. Waiting for an update. Will keep you posted.
But looks like…I saved a mama!!!
turtle crossing
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his morning I drove the car over to my genius mechanic for the annual inspection. I love my mechanic, his family, and the way they run the business. His daughter, who is my son’s age, is just amazing: I wish I could adopt her on a part-time basis. She just became engaged; I felt happy all day at the news. And I’m no way a crazy-into-weddings/marriage person, for sure.
On the way back, coming out of a turn down a hill on a rural access road, I spotted the turtle: a pretty big one, on the left side of the road about to cross. …
Romeo and Juliet, v. Dire Straits
There’s a lot of car time out here in these rural parts. I don’t mind, as for a long time, even before I lived up here, my best thinking usually happened in the car. Sometimes it was the only alone, quiet time I got so I took it….
bronchitis in June
The weather has finally warmed, the wind has finally subsided to a point where you actually want to be outside for more than five minutes. It is full speed ahead with the garden, trying to make up for, like, three lost weeks.
Then, it hits. …
taking care of busyness
I wonder if anyone else is a little weary of how busy we all seem to be. We’re all stressed, hectic, over scheduled, crazy, don’t know where the time goes….can’t respond to mail, return a call, be civilized. I’m as guilty as the next person, feeling overwhelmed and underfed….
Berkshire Jerseys
The grace of hard work. Today, at the beautiful High Lawn Farm in Lee, Massachusetts. Good people doing the hard hard work of dairy farming, carrying on the vision of the Wilde family.
The weather, more Cape Breton than Berkshires end of May. A day-old calf, gorgeous Jersey caramel colored and twice as big as his much older neighbors, bucking and raring to go. A heifer being milked by the new automated milker.
Can’t help but wonder if the spectacular surroundings, the continual breezes and Berkshires magic don’t add something extra to the already exceptional milk from these Jerseys.
Drove home drinking High Lawn chocolate milk, ruminating on it all.
the grace of Junot Díaz
Just finished reading Díaz’s This is How You Lose Her. I’d read the extracts in The New Yorker two years ago (ok, yes, am a little slow to get to things sometimes. Life’s been a bit, ah, jammed)….