Saturday, May 23, 2009

I am...

eating...salad (of course) - baby greens picked last night at about 8:00, avocado, oil and vinegar - and this amazing bread from the market that had so many ingredients I couldn't possibly remember them all, but what I do remember is cranberry...leeks...and mustard.  Sweet, spicy, deep. And a glass of white wine. It must be summer...

reading...Twilight.  I know, I know, but I am totally, completely, utterly, undeniably hooked. I am desperate for the next book, even swung by the library on my way home from market in hopes of finding it there, waiting just for me, but no such luck. I thought about this book all day.  I never even considered reading this book until I heard from my cousin in Niger that she had devoured the whole series.  I figured if it caught the imagination of a woman living such an adventurous incredible life it must be worth the read...I fully sympathize with the adolescent followers of this series -  my romantic heart would never have survived this book intact at age thirteen.

thinking...about my grampa today, whose birthday it would have been.  I spent my morning with farmers, old-time farmers, and I saw him before me time and time again.  I love the way they all stroll by each others' stands and gossip about the rhubarb and the arugula, while looking askance at my sign that reads "Gourmet Baby Salad Greens".  I definitely have an "in" with my market neighbors Amy and Ed, who greet me heartily in the morning and jump to help me put up my cumbersome tent and tie long bungie cords to their own tent poles.  They've been farming since the 70's, organically, and have their fingers in everything that goes on in the community.  I get some courtesy nods for knowing them, even from the Amish man who sells pies.  My grampa would have loved talking shop with any of them - I knew him as a gardener (among many other things), but he grew up on a farm and could answer any questions I had about what was growing in what field, how this or that worked.  And you might think I'm a little off my rocker (maybe it's the wine?) but when I've been working, say, harvesting cilantro, loading my car with tent, tables, baskets, produce, and then unloading it all again in 80 degree weather, and I'm good and sweaty, I like to think I smell like my grampa.  Is that weird? Be it so - it makes me think of his blue work shirt, and I am very very happy.

waiting...for my dearling to come home from seeing a play.  He has two weeks left of this quarter and then we have a summer before us - new routine, lots more Papa, some reconnecting and adventuring...I can't wait.

4 comments:

alissa said...

twilight! i know! so good, so bad. i read them all. also, her book "host" is good. totally different cast of characters, plot, all that. really good sci fi bubblegum.
i know the blue shirt and the smell that you are talking about. there is some sawdust in there, too, though. go cut some wood after gardening and you'll get it!

poppy said...

I am...

Home from the play. It was pretty good. A debut by a 3rd year MFA playwright in OU's program that received a panel response from four professional playwrights. Pretty cool.

Eating. Chips and cheese. Well, what do you expect? It's almost midnight...

Drinking. A little bit of that white wine... mmm... not so much.

Remembering. Birthdays and those we miss. I wish I could have gotten Chet together with my grandpa Ole. I think they would have had a lot to discuss. Ole had that smell too, but it was more of a barn smell - cows and manure. Bill's birthday just passed - 95! He is still with us. Though, we are so far away. I talked to him on his birthday about coming to see him in August.

Thinking. About the great day the girls and I had. Ani and I played in bed this morning for almost an hour, me in and out of sleep. Then pancakes and playing outside while I cleaned up. Then we headed down to the garden and put in tomatoes and rosemary and lupine and cosmos and more marigolds. Ani helped me water - it was hot! And Eliza had a lovely time playing with our neighbor, her dogs, and her three-week old baby. Back home, a quick hop in the bath, and then lunch. Then Debbie returned from the market. We miss our time at the market together. But the girls and I have also had great time doing our own thing saturday mornings.

Waiting. for the quarter to end! Come on summer!

Lisa said...

Teary eyed over your grandpa, my grandpa was a farmer as well....chickens, soybeans and corn. Everytime I see the farmer in the field up against our backyard, I think of him.

Envious of the fresh greens, didn't get ours in....

HA! Twilight, I tried to read it. Had to see what all the hype was about....got 2/3 through it and haven't picked it up since. My sister is a big fan though! ;P

-Lisa :)

Kerry said...

After watching my middle schoolers toting around Twilight for the past 3 years, I finally borrowed a copy from one of them in Dec. Loved the scenes of the vampire kids trying to choke down school lunches in the cafeteria!