A gloriously sunny morning. The kind that makes you laugh out loud. Well, almost. But yes, I step outside to a lovely sight of a sun dappled garden.
I had made a batch of granola first thing...
... and as it roasted in the oven I had time to mow some paths, clearing spaces where weeds had taken over. I understand the sentiments behind a No-Mow May and a Slow-Mow June, but I find it easier to keep certain paths to a lower grass height, and surrounding meadows at a higher level. We don't mow nearly as often as most homeowners, and we do pay the price with a higher mosquito population, but if I want meadows and meadow flowers to thrive, I do have to cut back the grasses in late spring or else they'll block the emergent annual flower seedlings.
Breakfast time. On the porch, of course. Yes it's still cool, but I'm starved for porch time, so I'm past caring about the temperature out there.
Clouds roll in and we roll out. On our bikes. In his various readings and searches, Ed had come across a story about a farm ("Vetruvian") that sells produce, right on the farm. Not just their own, but all of it local, seasonal and organic. You order ahead of time and you pick up stuff over the weekend at their store. The best part is that we think we can easily bike to it in under an hour, mostly (but not only) along bike paths.
The first part of the ride is known to us. The farm is just outside of McFarland -- a town on the other side of Lake Waubesa.
(hey Ed, where's your helmet? forgot it... )
But as we leave the lakefront, we have to eventually go onto highway 51. It's a busy road and it doesn't have much of a shoulder lane. Still, it's just for a short stretch and honestly, the destination is worth it.
The farm store feels so..., I don't know, both calm and well stocked. Not unlike a farmers market, only without the crowds.
We stock up on salad stuff -- greens, radishes, carrots, and of course asparagus. And a frozen pizza made locally. Why not!
At home again we do some more work outside: our blueberry patch was decimated by dear (and/or groundhogs), but the bushes seem to be growing out again. They are in need of a mega weeding job!
On days like this, I'm so glad I have a container of veggie soup (made yesterday) in the fridge. Reheat, do a salad and be done.
There are two ways to look back on this day: with an eye toward all that we got done, or with a list in my mind of all that I intended to accomplish. I choose the former! And now for one big exhale. With a smile.
(like clockwork: the irises come next...)
