…Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today
Marvin Gaye, “What’s Going On”
hanging laundry
Last summer, I loaded a heap of wet laundry into the dryer, shut the door, set the time and hit On. Nothing. Again. Nope. I checked the cords, electric cord, the propane level in the tank outside. …
coming unstuck
“Coming Unstuck” was the title of a Daily Om in my inbox back in early July. About how when we seem unable to make progress toward goals, a change of perspective to adapt to changing conditions can be key. Or, if this proves fruitless, you might “contemplate whether your lack of progress might be a sign from your mind or body that you are in dire need of rest and relaxation.” Yes, the latter. This was in the middle of a working holiday weekend. Independence Day….
redemption
I found myself watching the Masters this past Sunday. My mother loved to watch it. Though she had played golf only briefly when younger she loved to watch, and weekend afternoons some tournament often was on the television. The Masters was above all others though, maybe for a Canadian who grew up mesmerized by Gone with the Wind, maybe because of my father being from Georgia, and the azalea, and tall tall Southern trees, and the perfect greens, it was captivating to her as to so many even at a distance….
We’ll take a Manhattan, thanks
finding water
My maternal grandparents’ house in Halifax was full of secret nooks and magical spots. To a child seeking escape, they offered sweet refuge. Set on a hill overlooking the Northwest Arm, an inlet that bends off of Halifax Harbour, the house was, and still is, known as Winwick, a name etched in the glass of the red front door.…
sweet Nocci
The animals who share our lives offer us a world of clear emotion, of understanding beyond language, of being purely in the moment. Without artifice, without agendas, without asking anything of us, they weave through our hearts completely until we cannot imagine how our lives were before them. …
return of the peepers
The peepers returned, the week before Easter. Trouble sleeping led me to crash on the couch in the living room late one night, near the warmth of the wood stove, and maybe because of being ground level on the west side of the house, close to the pond where they live, it was then I heard them. Through closed windows: still the end of March after all….
in like a lion
After a few deceptive spring-like days March is blowing in with some impressive heavy snow and wind. Spring, we are ready for you. There are two full moons this month, the Worm and the Sap; one hopeful note, by the time of the Sap it will in fact be spring. The Sap also is a blue moon, second time this year after January. Could just see the Worm behind the incoming storm clouds last night: it will still be bright and pretty on the snow once those clouds disperse.
But where have the past few months flown chez les collines?? Well…holidays and post- saw us collapsing. Lots of eggnog. Some cocooning, some satisfying streaming by the fire (among others Big Little Lies, so, so good). Then back to work!!!
The saga of the Sevilles: this included weeks of delays followed by their delivery truck getting storrowed (no one hurt, including Sevilles) followed by a night of USDA impoundment…the beauties (and as Mike at Guido’s told me, never seen such pretty Sevilles) finally made it to the Berkshires, and our 2018 Scots Bitter is ready and dare we say better than ever.
We’ve been continuing to develop our Ginger Preserve, which is just about perfected and is a pot-licking keeper. A very limited edition Elderberry Jelly is up next. Promises to be tasty, but may not be revisited: I now have grasped that the Monty Python and the Holy Grail timeless insult “and your father smelt of elderberries” is not as meaninglessly absurd as is commonly believed…just another way working with so many fruit has expanded the subtleties of my knowledge base.
After giving up hope due to the lingering blight, we did procure some really beautiful quince from our friends at Fishkill Farms. The Quince Preserve is lovely and also limited.
The Berkshire Grown Winter Markets were in January and February, sorry already past…but we’ll continue to appear at other indoor markets and events: this weekend at Cold Spring Saturday for their market and Adams Newburgh Sunday for the food fair that culminates their garden show. Follow our social media for dates and updates.
In other news, the wonderfully revived Copake General Store hosted us for a great tasting with local cheeses a few weeks ago, complete with wine pairing suggestions from our friends at Copake Wine Works. Our Lavender Jelly did triple duty, appearing in a glaze for Sam’s Valentine’s cookies and out-of-this-world cream puffs.
So excited to be joining other fine local products on the shelves of White Hart Provisions in Salisbury, CT and at Ella’s Bellas in Beacon, NY. And to be sending our Strawberry Preserve with Lapsang Souchong to the women of The Wing Soho– including a special large format for Chef Dani Dillon at their new Dumbo location. Continuing the amazing women theme, we’re honored to have les collines featured with amazing female artisans Daughters Design House, Nell Goods, and Alexandra Stafford, in perfectly curated Upstate Crate Co. (also woman-owned!) gorgeous gift groupings.
We love hearing from our customers about how they use les collines: our most recent favorite is from Joyce in Brooklyn, a fan of the SLSP– that would be the Strawberry, yasss– from the beginning. She told us it is great on banana pancakes. We tried it for ourselves one chilly Sunday, and it sure is. Have also been eating a lot of the Scots Bitter, with peanut butter and sometimes banana, and Cabot White Oak Cheddar. The Scots and the Ginger are also both incredibly good on simple, classic, comforting buttered toast.
Hope you are staying warm and well this winter, wherever you are. Don’t forget your daily spoon (or two) of les collines to keep any chilly blues at bay, and before you know it March, and winter, will be trotting away like a lamb xo
phoning it in
Midwinter now, the snow has fallen, been washed away and fallen again multiple times….
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