Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Yesterday was a nearly perfect day. Not because I finished knitting my shawl (I didn't). Not because I planted tomatoes finally (I didn't). And not even because I finally got my copy of David Lebovitz's new book, The Sweet Life in Paris (I did, but I have to wait 3 weeks to read it!).
No. Yesterday was nearly perfect because I ate my first stone fruit of the year. It's a tricky time, the late spring. Warm days, long evenings, farmers markets, and plants blooming riotously throughout town make me think summer's here. Until it's time to buy fruit. It's been nothing but citrus on their last legs and storage apples. Sure, there was the rhubarb respite, but have you ever tried packing rhubarb in a kid's lunch? It doesn't quite work.
But yesterday I had a nectarine. Nice little ones, not heavily irrigated. It wasn't perfect, but it was promising. A little crisp still, but heavenly perfumed. I am excited for the summer.
But first I'm off--to the Netherlands for 3 weeks! I'll be seeing my daughter graduate from college, taking a walking trip, eating lots of herring, and enjoying those little cookies they always give you with your coffee.
Hopefully I'll check in now and again.