I was pleasantly shocked with the state of my garden when I got home from my week away. No weeds to speak of, but the perennials that had been threatening to bloom had gone from bud to blossom. The Farmer’s Market the next morning was even better. Guy and I try to go every weekend, and I like watching the sparse offerings shift from maple syrup and butter, to raspberries, and then lettuce, followed by early squash, and then root crops. There was even some corn as one of the growers has a farm down in Ohio, and they will send up a truck until our own corn comes in. It’s a pleasant pattern that you can eat. What more can you ask for?
Maybe a peanut buster parfait! you say. Isn’t that a nice segue? Cause that’s what we did yesterday. I’d been saving my calories all
day week–my treat for when I got back home from NY. It’s not just ice cream and peanuts with fudge, but a summer tradition that goes back a decade. (I can have one a year, and that’s it!) I used to go to that same store for a Mr. Misty after my brother’s Little League games, ice cream headaches and all. I never learned.
Today, though, is all about Peri, and I can’t wait. My week in NY was the first time I’d talked to anyone about her and Jack, and even though I didn’t say much, (actually, I hardly said anything at all about the story, just what my goals were with her) it got my thoughts focused on streamlining a few threads. Mmmm. This is the fun part.
Oh! and I have some times now to go along with the stores/cities. If you need to plan out a ways, this will help. There might still be some changes, so check back occasionally, but this feels pretty solid to me.