Lately

I’m always meaning to post with more frequency but it doesn’t seem interesting (even to me) if there is no picture associated with it. I tell myself that I will post that photo of the kids picking raspberries, or the stages of making strawberry rhubarb jam,  or what I proudly baked, or just funny kid faces (and there are many). Alas, I don’t. So a recap of my week (or two, maybe three)…
Went to Connecticut for Whitney’s funeral. Its always fun to see my family (who else knows what a South Dakota martini is?) and having our reunion be for a funeral makes it ever so bittersweet. I was there with my two brothers and my mom, and we had a great time during our drive from Newark to Darien. I had no idea my younger brother has had upwards of 20 jobs (and nearly as many “incidents” involving a car or truck). That was many of the topics we covered during rush hour traffic. Good fun.


Violet was a trooper during the plane ride, and I was happy to have had her with me. She was also a crowd favorite during this truly tragic time. I did a reading during the funeral and was wearing Vi in my front pack, furiously rubbing her fuzzy head so that I could get through it without a complete meltdown. Its comforting to have babies at a funeral. And of course, the only pictures I took were of her.






    
 

The weather has been so hot its put a damper on my baking, but I’ve made several rounds of jam: raspberry freezer jam, strawberry-rhubarb and a mixed berry. I’m not usually a fan of berries all mixed together (I like to enjoy them in their singularity),  but damn, this stuff is good. Heavy on the blueberry. A few of my fine soldiers:


And then there is some proof of a good dessert, although the finished product was ever documented…and I don’t actually remember what it was that I made. Something with lots of eggs (yolks to be exact, the whites are still in my fridge) and lemons.







My yard is growing kale and rhubarb successfully. The boys were sad when pea season ended, but that was quickly followed by raspberries. They are still finding the everbearing strawberries and we’re getting dangerously close to cherry tomatoes. I know that once those little clusters start to shed their green skins for a rosier (or sunnier) hue I won’t be able to keep the boys out of the garden. At least I’ll be able to stop buying popsicles. 

We broke out the pool and squirt guns last week. I’m trying not to referee the boys too much. Does it really matter if they make mud under the deck? Probably not. Do I care if they are drowning the parsley and chives? I shouldn’t. Should I make sure they don’t get grass, dirt, rocks, etc in the pool? No!! Sometimes I’m a little too particular, and they are boys playing outside after all. I could have them in my house. I need to just lay down in the chaise lounge and watch! Now where is that baby??

Happy summering. Its August tomorrow! Back to work in three days…