Summer has been a relatively absent season this year, at least when it comes to temperatures. Except for less than a single handful of days when the temperature climbed up into the 90s and kept going, the temperatures have been more spring-like. The farmers’ market is however bursting with nature’s bounty, with incredibly sweet nectarines, juice-drip-down-your-chins-down-your-elbows peaches, blueberries and strawberries, soothe, cooling watermelon, cantaloupe and melons.
We went to Picchetti Open Preserve today with another family. The company:perfect, the day:gorgeous. We listened to some live music, ate good food, drank some good wine and did a hike cum meadow exploration. Maya fell into a happy sleep in the car in the early evening hours on our way back.
All this is just an excuse for me to share this exquisite poem by Billy Collins. I read this a few months back as I was perusing his Nine Horses book of poems and have been waiting to spend a day that matched the mood of the poem.
