It’s so easy to feel cynical about New Year’s resolutions. How many of us have vowed to hit the gym to find ourselves peacefully couch surfing with the cat by the end of January? However, the global agreement to reflect and set the intention to be better people is really beautiful. It is unfortunate that these resolutions usually take the form of skinnier, stronger, more beautiful instead of happier, healthier, more grateful, and more loving.
After hosting Thanksgiving dinner and battling a 24-hour stomach bug from the safety of the couch, I find myself in between our largest and richest food holidays thinking about gut health. It’s not a very romantic topic but then neither is a stomach bug, even if you use it as an excuse to watch The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. What I’m really pondering is how can I support a healthy digestive system in the coming month
The final days of summer are here. We have been very busy playing and entertaining for the last month and a half. We spend every moment we can on the boat/Bay/beach during the summer. When we have guests we try to take them both seaside and bayside. We love taking people to the seaside because they are always so blown away by the undeveloped and unpopulated open beaches. Hunting for shells is easy as the beaches aren’t combed clean and fresh treasures wash up regularly.
The Bay is glassy, stretching from the darkening shoreline,
beneath the hull, to the far off horizon.
Pink-orange sun lowers incrementally into its salty depths,
one long fingered reflection reaches across water’s surface,
pointing east to the rising moon. Gentle ripples–echoes
from a distant passing Deadrise–fracture the reflection,
our bodies lift gently and then settle with each passing wave.
We tear our gaze from the sun, moths trying to leave the fire,
and turn to search for the Supermoon.
Behind us in the dusky blue sky, rising on the cosmic see-saw,
full, above the shoreline, it’s edges becoming visible
as the shadows thicken. Moon’s glow increasing
as the sun’s diminishes. We float between water and sky
on a slack tide, waters still, current held in balance;
twilight equilibrium, holding space
where we recharge and cultivate peace.
Our Juan Flamme tomatoes were the first to ripen. We picked these beauties yesterday. They are a beautiful orange and taste deliciously tangy. These went straight into our salad for dinner last night. We also picked our first cucumber yesterday! I love summer harvest!
Our herbs were getting out of hand, so I harvested today. I trimmed back the lemon balm first and it doesn’t even look like I touched it! Then I harvested mint, thyme, marjoram, stevia, and our three kinds of basil: Thai, sweet, and lemon.
“Mary, Mary, quite contraryHow does your garden grow?With silver bells and cockleshellsAnd pretty maids all in a row.”
My husband and I finally have our garden up and growing! We have been a little behind this year, partially due to cold weather and partially to travel. Nevertheless, in the true spirit of garden experimentation we have lots of exciting things growing in pots, buckets, and even in the ground.
The land trust I work for hosts an annual oyster roast in late March or early April. In addition to roasted oysters, we often also have roasted Virginia Peanuts. This year we got flooded out. It was a deluge. Normally, we host the roast outside on a conservation easement. However, the property we’d chosen had a nice long dirt road where 100 cars would end up inevitably stuck in the mud. We moved the event inside and consequently didn’t have roasted oysters or peanuts. However, we already had all the peanuts, which left me with one large black bag of raw Virginia peanuts.