Every month might as well be a whole entire season in Vermont. August is the month of the best things — wood stacking and pickle canning, tart made from the first fruit from our tree, whipped cream, purring cats, and all this sunlight. Sure, we need rain, but in Vermont I can’t help but relish these days after days of sunlight. Early mornings, I work outside on the deck, the air chilly, drinking coffee, watching the rising sun pinken the horizon.
For a brief bit of time, I’m ignoring the math of counting down to autumn.
Saturday afternoon, my older daughter suggests eating tart before dinner. Why not? Really, why not?
So we do.
Late August, given heavy rain and sunFor a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
— Seamus Heaney, from “Blackberry-Picking”
5 thoughts on “More Summer”
Love it! We had blackberry pie for breakfast over the weekend. Why not?
Blackberry pie? Yes!
Yum! Yes, one of the joys of being a grownup – tart before dinner! I met Seamus Heaney at a restaurant I worked at in Harvard Square. Recognized him, bought him a drink and then joined him. As kind and lovely as you’d expect.
That’s a lovely story! I would have loved to have been there, too.
ice cream for dinner is a particular specialty of mine. Sometimes followed by popcorn.