Yesterday evening, Patrick and I went for an after-work before-dinner hike. The sunshine was pleasant and warm; the air had that lightness it gets after a rain.
Raindrops clung to oak leaves; wild roses opened bashfully along the
lakeshore. You could smell them without trying to.
Later, on the porch, we ate
chickpea salad with garden lettuce, and ate a bowl of fresh cherries. I quietly revelled in the fact that
every meal this week is going to have something from the garden in it.
Broccoli, peas, lettuce, arugula, spinach, chard. A bowl of fresh cherries on the porch. A calm and lovely little hike. Bright greens and blossoms everywhere. Oh, June.
Yesterday evening, Patrick and I went for an after-work before-dinner hike. The sunshine was pleasant and warm; the air had that lightness it gets after a rain.
Raindrops clung to oak leaves; wild roses opened bashfully along the lakeshore. You could smell them without trying to.
Later, on the porch, we ate chickpea salad with garden lettuce, and ate a bowl of fresh cherries. I quietly revelled in the fact that every meal this week is going to have something from the garden in it.
Broccoli, peas, lettuce, arugula, spinach, chard. A bowl of fresh cherries on the porch. A calm and lovely little hike. Bright greens and blossoms everywhere. Oh, June.
Month of anniversaries, milestones, special birthdays, garden greens and new directions. My favorite.
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2 comments:
What a perfect description!
I love the way June tastes!
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