“Swamps where cedars grow and turtles wait on logs but not for anything in particular; fields bordered by crooked fences broken by years of standing still; orchards so old they have forgotten where the farmhouse is. In the north I have eaten my lunch in pastures rank with ferns and junipers, all under fair skies with a wind blowing.” ― E.B White, Stuart Little
Here we peer out of the big kitchen window and see summers progression. The deep greens have taken over. The recent rains have soften the lush yard and the chicks dig in for daily snacks. Our garden continues to grow, and we use the ripe produce in many of our dishes.
The fireflies are here! Lighting up the evening sky, Just in time for this weekend's festivities. Around here, you can't help but notice these shifts in the seasons. Looking out that window is just part of our daily jam.