Summer Flowers Farmers Market part 2

Hi guys! How's summer so far?

 

The early summer flowers had to have their own story! For some reason the long frigid winter has created a deliciously lush blooming of all the field grown local flowers.

My Jeep trunk, below, after the market earlier today! Got my new beach chair--and, sigh, snow shovel...I have it all!

Darling poppies and ranunculas.

The antique mason jar was included!

A perfect and charming summer nosegay, isn't it?

The poppies are from the peony lady, below . Her selection is amazing.

 I thought her prices were high but she includes the neat antique and vintage glass containers with the bouquets. So fun! I want to be her thrift shop picker.

More peonies. This grower has palest pink always....Like little girls' once upon a time party dresses.

Lavender and veggie starters:

And of course roses.

An old beach cottage just requires roses, tucked into a sweet little ironstone jug.

I love ithis pitcher's faded pansies and roses and bits of old gilt...

The roses are so pretty, with their pink middles and palest chartreuse outer petals.

Palest seashell pink hydrangeas by the front door....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The buds on my deck's lilies are just about to burst! And here's little Mo, again. He too is growing fast! He has outgrown two harnesses and his baby collar/tag already! And he is Up To No Good! Get that quilt edge! What a cutie of an imp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He is very fond of this LL Bean tote, for napping and chewing! It's an oldie, so---okay.

 

 

 

 

love

 

lizzy

 

gone to the beach....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome Summer!

Happy solstice, welcome summer! The longest day, when twilight lingers late and dawn arrives just a few hours after.*** Summer is here.

Now is high summer, the long hot season begins---and the early harvest is in at the farmers market.

This morning we had a playful puffy breeze and sunshine, another perfect day! The big town has the fountains going again....

 

The antique kiosks with our town history have been replaced [post H. Sandy]. Lots of civic pride in having overcome such a difficult time.

 

 

 

The strawberries are ripe and juicy and luscious!

 

 Fresh herbs for sale.

Early tomatoes, from a grower's greenhouse. (I love their checked red gingham oilcloth tables!)

Someday I 'll figure out what to do with beets. These are "Golden Salad'' beets [eeew?], and Watermelon beets/ radishes. 

I bought this beautiful red-leaf butter lettuce. Dense and sweet. Just picked this morning. What a treat!

I'll make a huge salad tonight with the lettuce, slivered strawberries and bleu cheese. A vinaigrette made with this delicious peach infused locally sourced vinegar:

 

 

We'll welcome summer on the breezy deck, nibbling on Long Island cheese and Brooklyn salami and teeny tiny red radishes.

We'll toast Summer's arrival with a crisp white local sauvignon blanc. Marinated steaks and salad. Perfect~
[oh except the wine should be red, let me go look. (I hate red wine.) Maybe a rose`?]

 

 

 

While Mo cools his fat baby tummy on the cool wood floor.

love

lizzy

gone to the beach~~~~

***PS This fascinates me: The longest day, when twilight lingers late and dawn arrives just a few hours after.
***
Today 6/21
Dawn begins 3.18 AM!
Sunrise  5.24
Sunset    8.29
Darkness descends 10.34!

so there are only about 4 1/2 hours of darkness, even less here where we have no trees or mountains and the horizons are far far away. No wonder it's hard to sleep?

 

 

A Day in June

Hi! Come along, come with me for a walk on this exceptional mid-June day.

 ''And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days...''*

 

I'll never complain about crappy June weather again [maybe]! The past few days have been so amazing and so perfect. Cool, breezy, sunny.

First, a short walk with me and Mo. He is very little, he cannot walk the almost half mile to the shoreline. But he can enjoy the summer day and munch on glorious tea roses.
 

And we both loved these funny old fashioned moss roses....

 

Now Mo is tucked up for his baby nap,

 

 ...so let's go on on to the beach. And return to our poem:

''Now is the high-tide of the year,
And whatever of life hath ebbed away
Comes flooding back, with a ripply cheer,
Into every bare inlet and creek and bay...''

 The ocean is crystal clear and crisply cold. With ''sequins".

 

 

A quick dip, you ask? Maybe--a wade? The chill feels delightful on winter-boot  weary toes.

 

 

 

The water is so clear we can see these odd black sand deposits that sometimes occur on my usually white sand beach.

It is said the mineral is a gemstone, garnets! Deposited eons ago by a glacier.

The black sand sparkles in the sunlight.

The herring gulls are back from nesting. Some accompanied by their big ugly needy babies!

Gully was here but quite shy....

 

 

There are patches of wash-out ''gravel'', shells, tiny pebbles, seaglass---and a treasured sand dollar! Can you see it? Right in the center of the photo? It is the size of a dime,  maybe.

 

 

Here it is! Perfect. 

'''Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green;
We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing;
The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
That dandelions are blossoming near,
That the river [ocean] is bluer than the sky,
The heart forgets its sorrow ...'' *

 

 

(Remembering a friend....)

 

 

 

love

 

lizzy

 

gone to the beach.............

 

 

 

 

for those of you who always want to see the ''crowds"...lol.
This is as busy as it gets.
Sunday in June

 

*the poem with the oh so famous quote? I'd have guessed Frost or Whitman, but no:

a long sappy treatise

The Vision of Sir Launfal

by: James Russell Lowell