I guess spring decided to skip by us this year, but I’m not complaining. At least we’ve moved out of the dreary November-like weather we were treated to most of April and May. Dreary – there aren’t many words I dislike more. Thinking about dreary makes me want to stay in bed or return there if I’ve already dragged myself out to see Louisa off in the morning.
It’s been a pretty hot string of days and we’ve actually had sun in some stretches. This does a lot for the mental health. It also does a lot for the local strawberries which have come into season. Practically a month later than normal, we shopped at one of our local farm markets to pick up plants for the garden. Isn’t there some rule about planting by Mother’s Day? Well, not when the weather was so cold and dreary. It wasn’t going to happen. But, finally, this weekend we decided it would be now or never and we purchased our flowers and vegetables and herbs. Joe was so good at getting most of them planted yesterday. There are a few that are usually my responsibility but that hasn’t happened yet. Those poor plants. I promise that tomorrow morning, into the dirt you go!
While at the farm market we smelled the strawberries and realized that, like planting, it was now or never if we were to eat them in season! Don’t they look beautiful? Unfortunately for me all of the tart berries found their way into my mouth, and all I could do was listen to Joe rave about how sweet they were. Fine. Be cruel, Joe. I hate tart.
Since the Memorial Day weather was forecast to be a complete washout, we decided to grill dinner on Sunday night. We picked up corn, spinach and peppers at the market, although I’m not sure if anything but the spinach was locally harvested. And then we treated ourselves to our favorite kind of in-season meal. I love summer food and summer cooking.
It’s great to be at the unofficial start of the summer season, my favorite time of the year.