claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
with a potato treasure hunt and emptying the pool before leaving town, we welcomed summer.
i remember digging for potatoes as a child. it seemed absolutely magical. i felt the same way now.
we’ve been eating our potatoes with butter, dill and parsley but i couldn’t resist hauling out the fry-daddy for our blue potatoes.
in draining the pool, a little extra craziness was tolerated. it was a slow process of watering the yard late into the night, moving the hose around and letting the gardens soak it up. it was a little out of my regular tendency to take the effort to do something so slow with little immediate gratification. bit by bit we grow.
and more slow work…very tedious work to make sure each cherry is worm-free…but gratification came the next morning: sour, sour cherries cooked down with sugar eaten with russian pancakes and cottage cheese (though others had combinations so complicated i can’t remember them)…amazing.
welcome, sweet summer, welcome.