Danger, no sewing ahead, only distractions!!
It has been so long since we had a weekend at home with no plans, well except for Friday, but that still left three nice, long, unencumbered days. What a pleasure. I had almost forgotten how nice it is just be able to relax and putter about the place; even doing necessary tasks seems enjoyable.
I was terribly behind on garden work, but then, since I hadn't had a free weekend since early April, that is probably not surprising. The maple has been very prolific and there are thousands of little seedlings to pull. Luckily I genuinely enjoy weeding, and the weather was glorious this weekend with the exception of a couple of thunderstorms. Luckily they usually came at the end of the day and saved my having to water newly planted plants. Sitting in the yard, looking at the flowers and the various textures of the greenery is such a joy, rooting delicately among the leaves, uprooting the undesirables, while the breeze gently blows... well, it is all an almost zen-like experience. What a lovely way to welcome summer.
Of course there was harder work, lugging bags of mulch, digging and planting, dragging the hoses out of the basement and installing new hose reels. All of those tasks have served to make my arms and shoulders, not to mention my back, a little more tired than usual. It is a good tiredness though, a tiredness derived from a job well done, somehow far more gratifying than the exhaustion that comes from wrangling with recalcitrant computers and annoying phone calls.
The irises are blooming:
I just love seeing them. Even though the season is short, it is worth every moment. Last year I had the Dahlias in the iris bed as well and the color was wonderful. The yellow irises re-bloomed last fall, but the purple ones did not. This year who knows:
I have to rebuild that bed once the blooms are finished and there is no point in planting the dahlias until that task is done. I can't see uprooting them twice. The plow pushed up one side of the bed into a mound, and the winter lake that forms in the neighbor's glade drains right through the middle of this bed, washing the soil away. I need to put in a drain channel. If I dig up the irises, even relocating them into a temporary bed, I am not sure if the second bloom will be affected.
The other major distraction of my weekend, has been cooking, which is always one of my favorite tasks anyway. The farmer's market is open for the season, as is the Migliorelli farm stand so cooking is getting fun again. Late winter is always so depressing because the produce is less than stellar. I was away too much of the spring and was afraid that I had missed all the wonderful early spring produce. I needn't have worried: produce abounds and I had a wonderful time in the kitchen.
The asparagus is up in the garden and the mushroom man had morels:
You probably have to be a mushroom lover to appreciate this photo, but here is a plate of about 50 morels waiting to be transformed into tonight's dinner. Cornbread and a bowl of oven braised morels in broth is not a traditional Memorial Day dinner, but it is great comfort food for weary bodies after working in the yard, getting the pool open, and various outdoor tasks. A salad with roasted asparagus and shaved Parmesan will round out the meal. We did give the grill its inaugural
fun run for lunch though.
I have had so much fun cooking, I have not even had time or energy for sewing. If I was lucky I would get a little knitting done in the evening, but last night I was too tired even for that . Housecleaning is the recourse of the body and mind struggling to stay awake. My sewing room is still piled up with booty and detritus from my various trips. The kitchen island was fully occupied with food so cutting out was impossible. Do I care? No. Cooking and eating are such pleasures. We had fresh bok choy cooked Thai style with pork and wide rice noodles, Chicken with asparagus and morels, risotto with veal and morels, fresh tiny Japanese turnips stir-fried with beef and the wonderful turnip greens.
Do I know how I managed to gain weight the past few years? Of course I do. I enjoy the pleasures of the kitchen far too much. Sometimes I envy my friends who don't enjoy cooking, or even eating all that much. But then I just take a bite of something wonderful, savor the sensations on my tongue, and know that it is all worthwhile.
If only I had more time to indulge in everything. I really do want it all.