This place is so special. Feast your eyes on this morning’s beauty…
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Is it me or have the cherries this year been terrific? I’ve really been enjoying them with plain Greek yogurt and granola as a light lunch or pre-run snack in recent weeks and will be sad to see the season end. Especially since I just bought a new kitchen gadget to make eating even easier. Meet my new favorite kitchen toy – the cherry pitter!
You may be familiar with my resistance to buying one-trick wonder items. I’m more into multitasking, you know. When I hit up Utilities in Provincetown for my annual shopping spree, though, I was willing to take a break from my usual state of efficiency to simplify my life by buying a cherry pitter. Of course, as always, when I go to a store seeking a specific item they were sold out. Boo.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to reside in the pits for long because Vineyard Haven has an awesome home store, Le Roux, that had exactly what I was seeking – in three different versions! I went with the Cadillac version in the hopes that I will never have to make this purchase again. At least that’s what the salesman promised.
So? How does it work? It’s pretty damn amazing! Stem the cherries and place them in the pitter and press. Bam! The pit drops out and you’re left with a nearly intact cherry. Easy-peasy, as they say. As a matter of fact, I just may pick up a couple of more to have on hand for gifts for friends who are tired of living in the pits.
As I walked past my car in our island seashell driveway, I noted the 5 consecutive years’ worth of Wellfleet beach parking stickers affixed to the rear window. It made me smile. I considered my previous car, also a wagon that had displayed at least as many years of evidence of our travels, and wondered how all of these summer road trips would be woven through the memories of my sons.
I would hope that one day my children will share the stories of their childhoods with their own families – and there are some good ones. After years of traveling together, we have a collection of moments which belong to us and can be taken out and polished countless times. Like sea glass, some began with jagged and sharp edges, but after years of repeated stroking they have softened and no longer have the ability to cut. They’ve become our treasures.
Projecting into the future, even beyond the expected years of my own life, I imagine my children telling their children these stories of us. The times spent with family, together, exploring new sights and revisiting favorite places. Ordering the same meals in the same restaurants in the same towns, not as an attempt to recapture that time, but instead, to pay those former days homage.
These days and weeks collectively combining to encompass months and months of our lives, are deserving of a chapter in our “story of our lives.” How about you, DelSo reader? What chapters are you writing in your own life?
The view, complete with hummingbirds, of the private deck from my bed.
The stained glass window hanging in the floor to ceiling window in the living room.
An enormous fish sculpture suspended from the ceiling beams.
The perfect outdoor light fixture!
Melodic notes from the biggest wind chimes I’ve ever seen.
A sink side compost bin and a tumbler to empty it in.
The rich colors of this gorgeous painting.
A charming tableau of mermaid and seashell which never failed to elicit a smile.
The siren’s call of this third floor deck.
Showering under the stars.
The sun is peeking out from the soft grey clouds and my private little deck beckons. Listening to the birds and the trees on a quiet morning while the rest of the house still sleeps, is one of my favorite times of the day. No one needs anything, other than the hummingbird who just cruised by the feeder looking for some breakfast. He’ll have to wait.
I’ve been visiting the Cape for 16 consecutive summers and the charm has yet to wear off. Sure, there are places I no longer find appealing (I’m talking to you, obvious consumption Chatham) but, in general, I still appreciate what this place offers me. Despite all the changing variables – where we stay, the layouts of the various houses we have rented, the time of the summer, the composition of our families, which friends visit, the most special thing to me about the Cape is how it itself remains constant. There will be fried seafood and sandy feet and predictable tides. The shoreline may shift and beaches and dunes will erode, but the sun will reliably drop into the bay in a blaze of orange and purple at the end of the day. This, is what I love about being here.
I can’t help but reflect on my boys and how their needs and interests have changed over the years. The amount of props they once required! Strollers and pack and plays, life preservers and diapers – all gone now, replaced by digital toys and, thank God, books. When I packed this year, in my usual style, filling Rubbermaid containers which can double as hampers after the clothing is hastily put into temporary homes in strange dressers, I got my own bin for the first time ever. For years, I’ve shared my bin with my youngest as I’ve placed the big guys’ clothes together. This year their stuff is all together and I have a smaller box just for me. It means something doesn’t it?
Life is changing – every day. Coming to the beach and taking the time to recognize, accept and honor that, while digging my toes in the sand, makes these weeks the most special of the year. I hope you have a place like that, too.
Time to feed the hummingbirds.
Our new puppy, Jeter, has been part of the family for a few months now and I have to admit I am quite taken with him. The early weeks were challenging as I sacrificed my sleep to housetrain a puppy who suffered from an ultra sensitive digestive system. Those cold winter nights, with me sleeping in leggings and a long-sleeved shirt to hasten the going out process, are thankfully a distant memory. Happily, we’ve now moved on to a much more pleasant stage of puppyhood.
What else can I tell you about the latest Lilly boy? Well, he’s growing remarkably fast. We just graduated to a larger collar and he no longer comfortably fits in the bedside chair he staked claim to months ago. He also now leaps directly on to the bed without relying on the chair as a step. Pretty impressive, right? On a related note, this sleeping on the bed thing isn’t something I intended to occur, but I have to admit he is quite the cuddler. No, really. He seriously sleeps on his back, stretched out for all he’s worth, with his head frighteningly close to the pillows. Sigh. But he’s so damn cute…
Although I was concerned by his initial indifference to water, he is swimming like a champ these days! Jeter loves taking dips in the Normanskill and has enjoyed a couple of pools in the last week or so. He needs to be attended to in the pool because he is inclined to paddle around without a plan for either how to get back out again or what his endurance actually might be. Suddenly, he’ll go vertical with his head barely above water – a sure sign that he needs to be guided to a way out.
Jeter and I took our first road trip together earlier this month and he was pretty much perfect. He rode shotgun and was great company during the drive. I swear my brother gave him more attention than any of my human children have ever received and I’m ok with that. My brother has always been more of a dog person than a people person.
During that trip to Syracuse, it was duly noted that Jeter is a bit of a mommy’s boy. True, I suppose. Maybe it’s our morning routine at the kitchen sink when I share my strawberries with him? Or could it be the efforts I make to get him to the dog park as frequently as possible? I am inclined to spoiling the guys in my life, and Jeter is no exception. I love that he eats berries, pears, apples, watermelon and carrots and have no problem indulging him when it comes to healthy snacks. Geez, he probably eats more fruit than any of my human children!
I know that we’ll never stop missing our Cassidy, but, Jeter’s presence has made our house a home again. I like to imagine that Cassidy is watching over us and knows that she will never be replaced in our hearts by the mischievous puppy we’ve brought into our family. Hearts, though? They have the capacity to expand faster than a puppy can grow – and that’s saying something.
You know how, as a parent, you want your child(ren) to eat well and appreciate simple pleasures? We work to expose them to flavors and provide them with options when it comes to satisfying their appetites as well as their curiosity about what things taste like, and where they come from. Well, there is no better time to do that than now – it’s strawberry season and nothing will teach your kid faster about the superiority of fresh local produce than some time spent in a field picking (and eating) berries.
All over Albany did a great post last week summarizing many of the options available in the Capital District for picking your own berries. On Saturday, Quinn and I headed out to Altamont Orchards and quickly picked three quarts of juicy fruit. We were prepared with our own containers (not too deep because the berries will crush under their own weight), sunscreen and clothing we wouldn’t mind becoming stained from the berry juice. The drive took a little longer than I had expected, but Quinn’s company pretty much entertained me the entire way. Note: the pick-your-own fields are not located in the same location as the farm stand/market. Call for clarification if you plan to head out there.
I wish I had the words to describe how amazingly delicious that first berry I popped into my mouth was…warm from the sun, succulent, juicy, sweet…it tasted so different from a supermarket berry that it isn’t accurate to call them both the same name. When my middle son sampled a couple of berries after we got home, he asked “How come they make the ones in the store taste so different?” I’ve got no answer for that, just a suggestion for him – eat as many of these as you can because the season is way too short. I guess we could take that advice about living in general, right?
For three fine mornings I enjoyed berries in my cereal and with my waffles. Jeter, who is inclined to sit at my feet when he sees me slicing strawberries, also appreciated the berries which I shared with him. We’ve got a quart of cleaned berries in the freezer at the ready for smoothie-making and I’m trying to figure out a way to get back to the fields this coming weekend. Maybe I’ll see you there!