{this moment}

In honor of a woman I truly admire, Amanda Blake Soule, I am carrying her tradition that I think is very sweet and makes for an inspirational weekend.

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. 

Wishing you a beautiful weekend!

A Day at the Beach

By mid July, my body longs for the beach. We took our first trip on Sunday to Long Branch, New Jersey. It was our first time there. We chose it because it was a quick two hour drive from where we live. The forecast called for possible rain, but we got a good four hours out of the nice weather, then, had a surprisingly delicious late lunch at High Tide. The place didn't look like much from the outside or inside for that matter, but the food was very fresh, tastefully prepared, and extremely inexpensive for it's quality. I had a lobster roll with handcut fries while MJ had her favorite dish of the month, macaroni and cheese, that was so silky smooth. Then we made a dessert stop at Tasty D-lite, which I haven't had since my days as a Manhattanite. And thankfully, the rain didn't begin until we were on the road home.

Living off the Land

Our plan for the summer was to sustain ourselves on just the land for our fresh produce. We planted blueberries,  raspberries, and strawberries and were pleasantly surprised to find mulberries and wild blackberries already growing. Our blueberries didn't do as well as we expected. There is a large Japanese beetle population in our neighborhood and despite our efforts (beetle bags and homemade organic insecticide) they all but completely devoured the plants. The good news is that the blueberries are a perennial and will be back next year. I think I've also found an organic solution to these pests. There is a bacteria called milky spore, that when applied to the ground in August infects the beetle larvae as soon as they hatch disrupting the life cycle. It's completely harmless to all other plants, animals, and people and I believe it stays around for a couple of years.

Our raspberries did survive, perhaps because the produce a bit later and are thriving. We wake up each morning, walk Nana (our puppy), then head straight to the raspberry patch to pick our breakfast. If I had my drothers I'd have enough to make jam for jarring, but my little one can't get enough. They don't even make it in the house. No complaints though, she prefers them without any sugar added. We always have next year to plant more.

{this moment}

In honor of a woman I truly admire, Amanda Blake Soule, I am carrying her tradition that I think is very sweet and makes for an inspirational weekend.

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. 

Wishing you a beautiful weekend!

Mary, How Does Your Garden Grow...

Every morning, and several times a day, I check my garden to see what's ready for harvesting. This is our first official garden since we now have the space in our new home. I loved being in my grandfather's garden as a child. He grew tomatoes, green beans, wax beans, asparagus, and I think some squash...It's been a long time. He also had a few apple trees that I played hide-and-seek underneath and snacked while hiding. I attribute my love of fruit and vegetables to the time spent at my grandparents' house. I knew whenever I was there, there was always something fresh to picked and transformed into the family meals. I remember being hungry late one night (after the Merv Griffin show) and asking my grandmother for something to eat, expecting some cheese and crackers or some other convenient snack. Instead she went to the stove and prepared warm homemade applesauce from the apples in the backyard she had picked earlier that day. I had to be no more than 4, definitely before grade school, but I remember how special it was and that memory sticks with me today. I think it's important to teach our children the process from seed, to fruit, to table and the self reliance of being able to grow it yourself.

My scaredy cat, Mabel, carefully watches me garden and makes sure the plants don't get more attention than her.

Nana -Our Newest Edition

After much discussion, debate, and planning... we picked up our new baby Saint Bernard, Nana in Pennsylvania on Saturday. Of course she was named after the famous nursemaid from Peter Pan.
MaryJane shrieked the whole way home in sheer delight.
At 10 weeks old, she's already bigger than her, but is a very gentle giant and almost housebroken.
She plays with her toys, putters around the lawn, and takes plenty of naps. She is a dream baby.
And I'm very confident she will be an amazing dog.