Sunday, August 7, 2016

these days

watching the "show
lu said animal heaven is in the sunset
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We live for summer evenings. We lay low during the day, the heat slowwwwwly melting us into sticky, lifeless, human puddles, and then emerge back in to real life as the sun begins to sink behind the mountain. The breeze starts to blow, we open windows, doors, and always hope for rain (we got our first storm in weeks!) We head out to the garden--it's being overtaken oh-so-slowly by weeds--and pull some veggies for dinner. Our feet are stained--we never wear shoes, our fingernails have a constant layer of dirt. We don't mind. We check the squash--little pumpkins, smooth spaghetti squash coming right along, the zucchini plant that frosted (twice!) is coming back to life with teeny tiny zucchinis. The branches on the plum tree are getting heavier by the day--tired from the weight of their almost-purple treasures--we constantly check to see when they'll be ready to pick--any day now. We prepare for our battle with the magpies who are patiently waiting as well. The backyard is overgrown with flowers and thistles as tall as me--they reach out and grab our legs as we pass. We start to count the ladybugs we find--(don't forget the two on her, and the one in my hair)--but we lose track. If we sit out there long enough, we sometimes see the two young bucks that wander through every now and then. We see the lightening in the distance, and sit to watch the show that Mother Nature prepared--just for us, I'm sure of it.  As the sun melts away, the clouds change from grey, to orange, to pink.....and fade out slowly back to silver.
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We head back into the house, and finish cleaning up from dinner. I replay the evening in my head and remind myself that it's these moments--these little tiny moments that are, in fact, the big moments. These are the days, aren't they.

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A Summer Supper
Not really a "recipe"....but boy did it taste good. I feel like we eat like kings in the summer time!
-grilled hamburger patties--fresh beef from the farmer's market (mixed with rosemary and topped
with blue cheese and pickled jalapenos from the garden)
-farmer's market beans sauteed in olive oil, garlic, and pine nuts
-beets from the garden, boiled and tossed with butter, red wine vinegar, salt and pepper (wishing I had some goat cheese too!)
-garden tomato

serve with a side of shade and cool outdoor breeze!

4 comments:

gram said...

beautiful... as usual...

DLamb said...

That was beautiful prose. Started my week off right.

Anonymous said...

I never post comments on blog posts, but wanted to affirm that these are indeed the days. The small moments are the big ones. Your voice is needed in this space of bigger and more. It's been a breath of fresh air. Thank you for sharing.

Sheri

Mary said...

It's really beautiful! Love it.