it always amazes me the things I find, just when I'm sure I've investigated every inch of Long Island, someone's photo on Instagram takes me on a new adventure. And i am overjoyed!
came what I'd have to say was the best weekend of the summer thus far. Even though the temps at home were in the high 90's and FELT like 105 degrees, three days on the Great South Bay enjoying such a wide array of music, food and culture was all we really needed. Friday night was cold beer and The Doobie Brothers, Saturday was filled with so much great music, festival village shopping and running into old friends. And just when we thought we'd had enough, the sky opened up and poured. And after that, the heat was gone. Sunday morning was spent at the Port Jeff Farmers Market, breakfast at my favorite place and then back to the festival for some of the BEST live music I've seen in a really long time ( OK I may be a little partial, when music involves one of the Falco brothers, it's always amazing!)And as i literally drop into bed, knowing all too well how quickly 530am comes, I don't know who's happier about clean sheet day, the cat or me!
the temps here on LI are really heating up, well, that's a lie, the temps here on LI have been unbearably HOT, disgusting actually. I can hear my Nonnie saying, "Oh Jeannemarie, its not that hot, it's all in your head". On days like today she would lay on the kitchen floor, pants rolled to her knees,the Andrews Sisters playing on the radio, a big huge fan separating the dining room and the kitchen,no doubt something cooking in the oven. The though of her there makes me giggle. I am so grateful that she has left me with these memories that to this day can still conger up a laugh. I see these summer days through a sort of haze, as if the sea breeze has dusted my camera lens with a salty spary.
I realized today that it's harder to keep your word to yourself than it is to keep your word to friend. After all the running around we did last weekend, with the 4th of July sandwiched in between two weddings, and the temperatures outside reaching well over 98 degrees, my five days off flew by in a blur of sweat and fancy (uncomfortable) dresses. Finally on Sunday I got to sleep in, catch up on my guilty pleasures and had a date with Timmy at my favorite vegetarian restaurant before having to head back to work. But in the back of my mind I kept thinking about the North Fork, about the lavender that would soon be reaching it's peak and would be cut down without notice. I wondered how the sunflower fields were coming along and what berries were in season, I wondered if I would still be able to find rhubarb. In the back of mind i just really missed the North Fork. Knowing that this Wednesday would be the very first Wednesday I had to myself, no one to drive anywhere, no appointments that needed to be kept, no visits, and since I've been too darn busy to buy my beach pass, no beach to go to, I made a promise to myself that no matter what I would take the drive out. And then I woke up this morning with the worst cramps known to woman! And as I lay there sipping my beet juice, 5 inches from the AC, I almost broke that promise to myself.Almost. But I knew I'd regret it. So like I've done for the past god knows how many years (I know too, but I'm not saying right now) I took 3 Advil, washed them down with a ginormous cup of coffee, put on the most comfortable bra I own, slip my favorite grey tee shirt on with a wraparound skirt that could be adjusted at any time, gassed up the Jeep and and drove East. And I didn't stop until I reached the Lavender Farm, where the smell hit me long before I arrived, and instantly I was happy that I had pulled it together and kept my word to myself. I guess the Advil worked, or the fact that I was in my happy place took over, because I all of a sudden felt better. Actually better than I have in a really long time. I spent the day investigating, pulling over on the side of the road on seconds notice (something I can NEVER do when I'm with Timmy, or a passenger in someone else's car) I weaved from the North Rd to Main Street and back again.I bough fresh beets, blueberries, peaches, lettuce, and yes, rhubarb! I really pity people who don't know how to be alone, it confuses me. I find such joy in being by myself, doing exactly what I want to do, when I want to do it, even if it is for only one day. I came home, juiced all my veggies, put the sunflowers in a huge vase on the kitchen table, hung the giant bunches of lavender upside down to dry, made fresh mozzarella, tomato and basil for dinner with fresh long Island corn, and a big glass of Kombucha with blueberries and fresh mint. And after reluctantly washing the farm dust out of my hair and off my feet, I dropped into bed, where I am right now, reliving my day and texting Melissa to see if she would like to go back with me on Saturday, because its just too beautiful not to share. And I'm praying that my Aunt Ruthie, who I know is reading this, was off visiting a grandbaby, because I know she'll be angry I was just down the block and didn't stop in for a hug and a kiss.
I love when I have family in town, this time it was to celebrate some birthdays. Always good laughs and good food with really good people that I don't get to see nearly enough. We celebrated new puppies, new starts and just being us
then there was Shelly and Chris's rehearsal dinner and wedding. These people love food, and some of the best was served at their wedding! Congrats you guys! Wedding well done!
and finally there was 90 degree weather for a balmy fourth of July, we walked up to the parade, got an iced Honeysuckle Latte and watched the town come out to celebrate the nations birthday. An early bbq in the yard with mozz,tom and basil, homemade ginger lemonade and grilled to perfection tuna steaks with mango relish and grilled Vidalia onions. Im exhausted and its only Thursday... Happy 4th of July everyone!