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It Hardly Needs to Be Said

IMG_9804First and foremost, a very happy fifth wedding anniversary to my daughter Shannon and to my son-in-law Mike.  It hardly needs to be said that they are my favorite couple, but sometimes it is good to state what is so obvious. They will be coming over on Sunday for a special meal, and we are even going to grill steak for them, a rare treat as we seldom eat beef. We’ll also have grilled bread, Farmer Kev’s red potatoes, Stevenson’s corn on the cob, and cake, of course. An August meal. And such a lovely month in which to be married.

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I am reading Glady’s Taber’s Stillmeadow Seasons, published in 1950. For years, Taber lived in Stillmeadow, a 1690 farmhouse in Connecticut.  Gladys Taber wrote many nonfiction books that followed the seasons at Stillmeadow, and her writing revolved around nature, home, food, dogs, and family. Sometimes she would add a dash of social commentary, mostly progressive: “There are many things we cannot do—we cannot make all people rich, or intelligent, or noble—but all people should be fed.” Is it any wonder that she is one of my favorite writers?

Here is a link to the Gladys Taber entry in Wikipedia, and it provides a bibliography of her work.

In the summer, I usually read on the patio when I have my afternoon tea, and that is where, appropriately enough, I am reading Stillmeadow Seasons. As always, my reading is interrupted by all that is going on. I watch mourning doves patrol the lawn until Liam chases them, and they fly away. I watch the trees, in summer deep green, move as the wind blows. Above them, is a bit of bright blue sky.

A bit of bright blue sky above the patio
A bit of bright blue sky above the patio

The grasshoppers seem to know it’s August and have begun their buzzing song. I have come to associate this sound with August, and I look forward to hearing it every year.  At night, the crickets, with their high, sweet song, take over. I have heard some acorns drop—not many—just enough to remind me that fall is around the corner.

Along with the falling acorns, there are other reminders that fall is coming—the gardens are starting to look a little ragged, but along the edge of the woods, the jewelweed twinkles like tiny lanterns. Jewellweed can be fairly invasive, and I have to pull it back to give the other woodland plants some space. But what a welcome glow it is in August.

A little jewelweed lantern
A little jewelweed lantern

Then there was this: The other day, in Rite Aid, I was looking for Hershey bars to tuck away for s’mores for when Dee comes to visit in a couple of weeks. A woman, who was also eyeing the candy, said to me, “They’ve got Thanksgiving decorations out.”

“Get out of here,” I replied.

“Look up,” she said.

Sure enough, along the top shelf above the candy, was a row of ceramic pumpkins, scarecrows, and other fall decorations.

“I don’t know about you,” I said. “But I’m not thinking about Thanksgiving yet. No way.”

She laughed. “Me, neither.”

No, no, and no. We still have half a month of beautiful August to enjoy, and after that, September, which in recent years is nearly as nice as August.

Autumn and Thanksgiving will come soon enough. No need to rush them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A New Hat, Courtesy of Johanna of Mrs. Walker’s Art and Illustrations

Yesterday, the most delightful package came in the mail. It was a hat, for me, knitted by Johanna of the blog Mrs. Walker’s Art and Illustrations. (I won it in a contest she sponsored on her blog.) Along with the hat came a charming note, drawn by the talented Johanna.

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I absolutely love the hat in every way. It has my favorite color—blue—along with other complementary colors. The hat fits beautifully, and it is ever so soft. I never thought I’d be writing these words, but I can’t wait until the weather is cool enough so that I can wear this lovely hat.

The Internet, and blogs, can be a mixed bag, I know.  However, for someone like me who turns her attention to the things she loves—gardening, food, writing about everyday life, art, books, nature, and photography—the Internet has been a source of great pleasure.  I follow a number of blogs, which I am gradually adding to my blog roll on the Hinterland homepage.  The blogs are written by people from all over this country and indeed from around the world—from England to Australia.

Johanna’s hat is warm proof, if you’ll pardon the pun, of the generosity that is out there on the Internet. Now, I am a firm believer in generosity at home and in the community, but generosity can also ripple farther afield, and it makes the world a better place.

So thank you, Johanna, for the wonderful hat. When I wear it, I will think of you and your generous spirit.

As for the card, well, that will be going in a special place, either in the kitchen or the dining room, for all to see.

As we Franco-Americans might say, merci, merci!

Sunday with My Daughter, Monday with the Dogs and the Flowers

On Sunday, while Mike, Dee, and Clif were at the movies, Shannon joined me for a day that was utterly delightful. Nowadays, it is rare for me to have time alone with either daughter, and when I do, I enjoy it so much.

In the afternoon, we played six rousing games of Fantasy Forest, a much beloved board game from Shannon’s youth. (We had hoped to play cribbage, but, alas, my board was nowhere to be found. I will have to get another one.) Although the three movie amigos laughed at us when they heard how we spent our afternoon, we assured them that even though the game was geared for children, there was, in fact, a fair amount of strategy that could be employed. I don’t think they believed us. But Shannon and I had good silly fun, and that’s all that really matters.

After the game, Shannon helped me make stuffed bread, and while it was resting, we went to the patio for drinks and appetizers. I had a Maine mule, which tasted ever so good on a hot, muggy afternoon.

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We spent quite a bit of time on the patio, and we ate our supper there, too. When the bugs drove us in, we had homemade strawberry ice cream and watched some of the Fellowship of the Ring. (Yes, we are fantasy geeks.)

Shannon, Mike, and their two dogs stayed overnight, and the next day, Shannon went to the movies, too. Then, it was just me and the dogs. After cleaning up from brunch, I headed outside, where I relaxed on the patio, and the dogs alternated between scouting the yard and lolling on the patio.

Somara at rest on the patio while Liam looks on. (Holly's ear is in the lower left corner.)
Somara at rest on the patio while Liam looks on. (Holly’s ear is in the lower left corner.)

 

Holly, with an expression that indicates, "Enough with the pictures, already.)
Holly, with an expression that indicates, “Enough with the pictures, already.”

 

Naturally, I found time not only to smell the flowers but to take pictures of them as well.

More bee balm. I just can't get enough of it.
More bee balm. I just can’t get enough of it.

 

This dwarf balloon flower—Platycodon grandiflorus ‘Fairy Snow’ —just came into bloom.

 

A full view
A full view

 

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A closer view

 

Oh, July!

Movie Madness Weekend

At the little house in the big woods this will be a busy weekend. Dee is coming from New York for a visit, and much of the time will be spent going to movies at the Maine International Film Festival (MIFF). That is, for Dee and Clif, who, to put it mildly, are keen on movies. They can start at noon, which is when MIFF starts on the weekends, and with only a few breaks, they can watch straight through until midnight. Our son-in-law Mike is in the same category, and he will be joining them on Sunday and Monday for some marathon movie viewing.

I am a more casual move watcher. I like to see one movie a day, in the evening, after a day spent doing things, many of them outside. Therefore, I have selflessly volunteered for dog duty. We only have one car, Waterville is twenty-five miles away, and the dog cannot be left from noon until midnight. Besides, it’s an ideal time for Dee and Clif to do a little father-daughter bonding. (I will be seeing one movie—Tumbledown—on Friday night.)

Shannon is a lot like me when it comes to movies—one a day is just fine for her. On Sunday, while Mike is watching movies with Dee and Clif, Shannon will be with me, and we’ll have a nice supper together. I’m planning to make potato salad, stuffed bread, and homemade strawberry ice cream.

Mike, Shannon, and “the girls”—Holly and Somara—will be staying overnight, and on Monday, before the movie viewing begins afresh, there are plans to tour Winthrop’s expanded library. I can’t wait to show off what feels like my baby. (I certainly realize the expanded library is a baby with many, many parents.) I am so proud of our beautiful library.

So, I’ll be off until Tuesday, and between kids, dogs, and cats, there will be merry confusion at the little house in the big woods.

In the meantime, here are some pictures taken of the yard this week. What a beautiful time of year. The weather has been nearly perfect. It has rained just the right amount. It’s been warm and sunny during the day and cool at night. The gardens are thriving.

Oh, if only we could have eight or nine months of this.

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One side of the front porch

 

The other side of the porch
The other side of the porch

 

Bee balm ready to bloom
Bee balm ready to bloom

 

Evening primroses by the woods
Evening primroses on the edge of the lawn by the woods

 

Mei-ling guarding the flowers
Mei-ling guarding the flowers

 

Close-up of a daylily. This plant came from the old farm house in North Vassalboro, where I grew up.
Close-up of a daylily. This plant came from the old farm house in North Vassalboro, where I grew up.

Mr. Sanders Goes to Maine

IMG_9847On Monday, Clif and I went to Portland—the Babylon of Maine—to hear Bernie Sanders speak. (Sanders, although an Independent, is running for the Democratic nomination in the upcoming presidential primaries.) Both my husband and I are liberal Democrats, and we were keen to hear what this very liberal candidate would have to say.

The night was lovely and warm, and the lines were long. As we waited to get in to the Civic Center, the atmosphere had an almost carnival quality to it.  A group of men and women, with banjos and guitars, went by playing bluegrass. There were young people with petitions for fair wages and to legalize pot. The crowd was happy and laughing.

A young man selling Bernie Sanders buttons walked by. Clif, who has a collection of political buttons, just had to buy one.

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Many people outside meant many people inside, and the event had to start ten minutes late to accommodate the crowd. The official estimate was that between 7,500 to 8,000 people came to hear Sanders speak. This can only be considered an extraordinary turnout in a small state such as Maine.

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The crowd consisted mainly of Baby Boomers—the gray hairs—and Millennials—the young ‘uns.

Getting to the Civic Center early, Shannon and Mike had saved seats for us, and after I sat down, I said to Mike, “I really have a soft spot for the Millennials. With their love of tiny houses and concern about food and the environment, I think they’re a pretty cool bunch.”

Mike laughed. “I’m not surprised. There has been a lot written about how the Boomers and the Millennials have a connection with each other. So much so that Generation X feels left out.”

Mike, I might add, is a Millennial. He slid in just under the wire. Shannon, a couple of years older, belongs to Generation X, that middle group ranging in age from thirty-four to forty-nine.

Perhaps it’s no accident that at the Sanders rally, Mike was interviewed by the AP and had his picture taken. I have to say, with his beard and his dark-rimmed glasses, Mike looks pretty cool. (Shannon, of course, is always lovely. I don’t want to slight one of my own special Generation Xers.)

Therefore, if they already haven’t, pollsters and pundits should take note: Sanders is popular with both Millennials and Boomers, two of the largest generations in this country.  If Hillary Clinton isn’t worried, then she should be.

And what did Sanders say that frequently fired up the crowd to wild cheering and chanting?

Sanders speaking before the crowd
Sanders speaking before the crowd

Basically, Sanders spoke about how today, despite the fact that America is the wealthiest country in the world, it’s not apparent because most of the money is in the hands of the few. It is the great economical and political issue of our time. In addition, this “grotesque level of inequality is immoral and an economic disaster.”

His message to the billionaires: “You can’t have it all. You can’t have huge tax breaks when children in the America go hungry. Your greed is going to end, and we are going to end it for you.”

Naturally, there was loud cheering after this statement.

Sanders also said something that few politicians say. That is, “if we want real change, then it’s not just electing someone. No one can do it alone. We need a grassroots movement for progress and change.”

He went on to give examples of progressive change brought about by grassroots movements—workers’ rights, civil rights, women’s rights, and gay rights.

Sanders spoke of the need for affordable higher education; the need for millions of decent-paying jobs if the middle class is to thrive; paid family and maternity leave; and single-payer health care. Then he said something that warmed my green-bean heart: “Brothers and sisters, the debate is over. Climate change is real, and it’s caused by human activity.” (This drew wild, wild cheering.)

He concluded, “We are in a difficult moment in American history. Despite progress in some issues—women’s rights, civil rights, gay rights—we are falling behind in economic fairness. Don’t think small. The debate should revolve around that we are the wealthiest country in the world. There is nothing we can’t accomplish if we don’t allow ourselves to be divided by race, gender, and nationality.”

My final thoughts: Sanders has what might called fire in his belly. Despite his “rumpled appearance,” he is a passionate, eloquent speaker who can stir large crowds, and he speaks frankly about the great issues of our time.

Hillary Clinton isn’t the only one who should be worried.

The press
The press

 

Please note: Next week Wordless Wednesday will return to its regularly scheduled time.

All about Piper

Yesterday, I went to visit Darling Baby—aka Piper—who at sixteen months is fast on her way to becoming Darling Toddler. Her grandmother Beth, who is a good friend, takes care of Piper, and what patient, loving care Darling Baby gets. It is such a pleasure to see them interact.

It is also a great pleasure to listen to Piper learn to speak. She knows many words and has started stringing a few together in simple sentences. Piper even related a scary experience she had on the Fourth with a wayward table umbrella that toppled over and nearly hit her dear little head. “Umbrella. Boom,” Piper said, touching her head.

So glad it missed her!

Beth made me a delicious lunch of quiche, bean salad, and muffins. (What a treat when someone makes lunch for me!) For dessert, we had some triffle, made by Sara, Piper’s mother and Beth’s daughter. Lovely with berries, angel food cake, and whipped cream.

After lunch, we played with Piper. First, there were bubbles, which she tried to catch.

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Then it was time for Piper to make her own bubbles.

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Bubble time was followed by pool time, with a little splashing along the edge.

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After the splashing, Piper was ready for some real pool action.

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When pool time was over, Beth dried Piper, dressed her, gave her some milk, and put her down for a nap. Piper was asleep in minutes.

Ah, the life of a darling baby.

Our Gathering on the Fourth

In central Maine, the Fourth was not sunny. Instead, it was overcast, but it didn’t rain, and it wasn’t blindingly hot. Friends and family came over, and we were able to spend much of our time on the patio.

A toast with family before friends arrived
A toast with family before friends arrived

Alice brought two packages of her homemade sourdough bread, which Clif grilled. We fell upon that bread like hungry crows, and soon nothing was left. Jill brought a flag appetizer, and that, too, was promptly eaten. One thing is certain; we are all good eaters. (Jill, that semicolon is for you.)

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A sweet, patriotic appetizer

Unfortunately, as hostess, I did not have the chance to take as many pictures as I would have liked. However, I did get Alice’s salad in shells, and I am hoping a recipe will follow.

Alice's salad in shells
Alice’s salad in shells

Last but certainly not least, Diane brought lemon-curd tarts that were positively addictive. I couldn’t stop with just one.

We talked about many things—movies and the upcoming Maine International Film Festival was a big topic of discussion—but I am happy to report that we discussed the Declaration of Independence, the ratifying of the constitution, and George Washington’s reluctance to become president.

I was also able to tell a fun library story. The day before, on July 3, I was doing errands around town and listening to National Public Radio. On the way to the town’s transfer station, I heard an interview with Joseph Ellis who in his book The Quartet tells “the unexpected story of why the thirteen colonies, having just fought off the imposition of a distant centralized governing power, would decide to subordinate themselves anew. ” Ellis “argues the Constitutional Convention and creation of a viable nation-state was a top-down process, instigated and orchestrated by four prominent leaders.”

Sounded like an interesting book to me, and after going to the transfer station, I went to the library where—lo and behold—The Quartet was available.  I was very impressed that within a span of ten minutes, I had heard of this  book for the first time and then had it in my hot little hands. At our Fourth of July party, I was even able to share a George Washington quotation from the book: “I am so wedded to a state of retirement and find the occupations of a rural life so congenial with my feelings, that to be drawn in public life at this advanced age would be a sacrifice that could afford no compensation.” (It seems he was truly reluctant to become president.)

So there. Food, family, friends, and a bit of history about the founding of our country.

And, of course, beer, courtesy of my son-in-law Mike who works at Craft Beer Cellar in Portland.

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Between the beer and the Moscow and Maine mules, ’twas a very merry Fourth of July.

A Rainy Sunday in which We Drink Margaritas, Eat Salad, and Marvel at a Grasshopper

Yesterday, our friends Jim and Dawna came over for dinner. We had hoped the day would be fine so that we could eat on the patio and Clif could make his legendary grilled bread. Unfortunately, the weather gods had other ideas, and it rained, rained, rained. Not just a light soaking, but instead a downpour.

So in we stayed. Dawna brought margaritas and chips and a hot cheese appetizer. Very tasty! Even though it was more a soup day than a salad day, I stuck to my original plan of a salad meal. However, the grilled bread was out, and I made a pan of cornbread. For dessert we had homemade chocolate ice cream.

With Farmer Kev’s delectable red and green lettuce, I made a salade niçoise, sort of, using a recipe by the inimitable Mark Bittman as a guideline. My salad niçoise had, along with the lettuce, hard-boiled eggs, sliced radishes, sliced cooked potatoes, sliced tomatoes, and tuna. (Note: Tuna is overfished, and we only eat it once or twice a year on salade niçoise.) I made a homemade vinaigrette to go on the salad. Capers would have been a good addition as would have olives and green beans.

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I also made a Greek pasta salad to go with the salade niçoise. The Greek salad had mini penne, which are adorable, feta, tomatoes, Swiss chard, basil, mint, and several squeezes of lemon. It’s one of my favorite summer salads.

Dawna, Jim, and Clif are all accomplished photographers, and whenever we get together, at some point the talk inevitable turns to photography. I am the novice of the group, and I always learn something from these discussions. Yesterday was no different, and the advice I got from Dawna was “watch where you stand,” which apparently comes from the Ansel Adams quotation: “A good photograph is knowing where to stand.” (In Adams’s case, he often stood on the roof of a vehicle to get his sweeping photos.) Yes, indeed. Some angles are better than others, and distance from the subject is also a concern.

I gave Dawna a few of my photo cards, including one of the grasshopper that stole the show on my most recent Wordless Wednesday post (6/24/15). We marveled at his eye, at his tiny wing, at his little black feet. “It looks like he’s wearing shoes,” Dawna said.

It’s not every friend who brings margaritas to your house and marvels over a photograph of a grasshopper. But Dawna is that kind of friend.

How lucky I am!

And for those who missed the photo, here is the grasshopper in all his (or her) glory.

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A Frying Father’s Day

I have a confession to make—Clif and I are crazy about fried food.  For several years, Clif has been longing for a fryer to make home frying a little easier. Yesterday, his wish was granted. Dee and Shannon bought him a fryer for Father’s Day.

Was Clif happy? You bet he was. He immediately put the fryer to work and made French fries and crunchy chicken for dinner. We were joined by Mike, Shannon, and the dogs. Dee, alas, lives too far away to come just for the weekend.

Clif at the fryer
Clif at the fryer

 

Crunchy chicken
Crunchy chicken

 

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French Fries

Although the fries look delectable, they were a little soggy. However, the fault was ours, not the machine’s. We hadn’t thoroughly read the instructions and didn’t understand all the settings. In short, the oil wasn’t hot enough. Next time, we will do a better job.

Still the food was pretty darned good, as Clif the Yankee observed, and by the end of the meal, both plates were empty.

Now, Clif and I certainly know that fried food qualifies as a treat and shouldn’t be eaten every day. We plan to use the fryer once a week, probably on a Saturday night. We’ll primarily make fries, but we will try other vegetables, too. Crunchy chicken will also be on the menu from time to time. Then there is fried dough and maybe even donuts, that quintessential New England treat.

I’ll keep you posted.

Starting the Weekend with Cookies and Homemade Ice Cream

Granola cookies
Granola cookies

Today begins what counts as a feverish swirl of activity at the little house in the big woods. It just so happens that for the next four days various groups of family and friends will be coming for a visit. This, of course, means there is a flurry of cooking and cleaning.

Today, three friends from the library are coming over for granola cookies and strawberry ice cream, both homemade. We will be celebrating several things—the library’s new addition, reaching the project’s million dollar mark, and “only” having $41,000 left to go on the project. The four of us will clink our iced tea glasses together to toast all who have given to our beautiful library and to toast all who have worked so hard—for years and years—to make this project a reality. I hope the weather will cooperate so that we can eat on the patio. Right now the sky is is cloudy with small patches of blue. If it doesn’t clear, then never mind. It will still be a clink, clink, clink, and hooray kind of afternoon.

Tomorrow, different friends will be coming over for movie night, where we’ll be watching Monk with a Camera, a documentary about Nicholas Vreeland, grandson of Diana Vreeland, and how he decided to become a photographer. And a Buddhist Monk.

Sunday is Father’s Day, and that can only mean one thing—cooking for Clif, the special man of the house. Shannon, Mike, and the dogs will be coming over to celebrate, and Shannon and I will make what Clif has requested—fried chicken and French Fries, both homemade and cooked fresh. For dessert—strawberry shortcake made with Maine strawberries. (At last they are here.)

On Monday, my friend Barbara will be coming over for French donuts—actually nutmeg muffins dipped in melted butter and rolled in sugar and cinnamon. Barbara and her husband spend the summer in Maine, and I always joke that until they come to Maine, summer can’t be begin. It’s always good to see her.

Summer time, busy time, but good times. We always enjoy having guests come to our house, but we especially like to do so in the summer when everything is lush and green, and time can be spent outside.