Sunday, June 05, 2011
Sunday at the farm
It is how summer days should be: a cool shaded outdoor spot, tables covered with casual, colorful cloth, dishes stacked.
Maybe two pans of spring vegetable frittata. Maybe some chicken sausage on the side. And bowls of fruits. And a rhubarb coffee cake, drizzled with rhubarb compote.
Your friends should be there – at the farm, escaping for the week-end, with their dog, maybe. And it’s good to have at least one daughter there, with her friend, to vary the ages a bit. Two daughters would be over the top great, but one is good too.
At some point, someone on the porch will fall asleep. I’m guessing the farm man himself. People that live and breathe the outdoors get sleepy after big meals. Others will continue eating, or taking pictures, or telling jokes. He’ll snore just a little.
But eventually someone will propose a walk. It’ll likely be the cook. Cooks like to get out of the kitchen for a spell after they’re sure everyone is well fed.
The friends have to leave – it’s a long drive to the city up north. The daughter and her friend will leave soon, too – it’s a long drive to the city down south. But they humor the cook and they take that walk and they’re rewarded with a field of lupine and a view toward fields of gathered hay.
Yes, Sunday at the farm. It’s best when there is food with friends and family. Really it is.
Maybe two pans of spring vegetable frittata. Maybe some chicken sausage on the side. And bowls of fruits. And a rhubarb coffee cake, drizzled with rhubarb compote.
Your friends should be there – at the farm, escaping for the week-end, with their dog, maybe. And it’s good to have at least one daughter there, with her friend, to vary the ages a bit. Two daughters would be over the top great, but one is good too.
At some point, someone on the porch will fall asleep. I’m guessing the farm man himself. People that live and breathe the outdoors get sleepy after big meals. Others will continue eating, or taking pictures, or telling jokes. He’ll snore just a little.
But eventually someone will propose a walk. It’ll likely be the cook. Cooks like to get out of the kitchen for a spell after they’re sure everyone is well fed.
The friends have to leave – it’s a long drive to the city up north. The daughter and her friend will leave soon, too – it’s a long drive to the city down south. But they humor the cook and they take that walk and they’re rewarded with a field of lupine and a view toward fields of gathered hay.
Yes, Sunday at the farm. It’s best when there is food with friends and family. Really it is.
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Love your new neighborhood, Nina, and how you've turned a house into a home.
ReplyDeleteTo answer your question - Amanda was "duck diving" - when paddling out to go surfing, you can either take the oncoming waves head-on or dive underneath - one of her surfing pals was swimming with a camera in a water housing and snapped the picture just as Amanda was diving under a wave. This is the same child who as a toddler loved the ocean as long as she didn't get her face wet - go figure!
Totally perfect. Miss it all!
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