A classic poem for this beautiful time of year....
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
On either side of the road leading to Tasha’s house the asters are in bloom. They are the wild, New England variety, and though they are fond of roadsides, their largest colony thrives at the end of the vegetable garden. Phlox, goldenrod, Joe Pye Weed and a few hardy annuals flourish in the terraces in front of the house, while along the borders of the field the hardwoods are rapidly turning color.
So many of the good things in life take some extra care. A garden, a special meal, tea time...they all take a bit of extra time and attention out of your day. But if you do them, and do them with a bit of extra love as well, you will be greatly rewarded. The same goes for woodenware--it is a workhorse in the kitchen, constantly at the ready to do battle with thick stews, or to carefully coax beaten egg whites into a batter. But if we take a bit of extra time to take extra care with the woodenware, it shines so beautifully! A well-oiled, well-seasoned wooden spoon feels so nice in the hand, and keeping your woodenware in prime condition will help it last for decades.
We had lovely weather this year for our June Secret Gardens Tours. We welcome this weekend each year with great anticipation, looking forward to new friends, old friends, invigorating conversation, and delicious Stillwater Punch from Tasha's cookbook. Everyone gathers from afar, bringing with them the stories that drew them to Tasha. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the weekend...
A short distance beyond the stone terrace in front of Tasha’s house where the land tilts south and the jewelweed and nettle possess the ground between lawn and woods, a population of creatures surprising in variety has taken up residence. A doe and her fawn wait out the heat of the day in the shade where the moss grows, along with several porcupines. The porcupines make their appearance at dusk, generally near the crown of the pear trees where the leaves are especially to their liking, or else in the raspberry patch where this year’s canes are on the menu. It is harder to keep porcupines out of a garden than deer.