Another old picture, from a trip to Cape Cod, a great place to be, especially in the summer.It is not quite as cool this morning, and a little damper. It is supposed to rain this afternoon. I certainly hope so, even if it is just a thunderstorm.
We got the strawberries in the ground yesterday, with a 6 ft. fence around them. Hopefully, they will live and prosper safely there. Ray started putting the fence around the fruit trees too. He gathered up the peach pits for me, in case we want to plant them. (I don't know if they might be hybrids).
Yesterday started with a disappointment. Our trip to the blueberry farm was something of a bust. We were there before 10:30, but he said the berries were mostly gone. He had so many people there, he had to close the gates for a few hours. There were some berries, but mainly they were soft and dried up, perhaps from not enough rain. There were also green berries that fell off the bush when touched. We did manage to find a few good ones, mostly Ray and Vanessa. I picked probably less than a pint. Vanessa is promising a blueberry pie, so I don't think we'll freeze any. Pancakes this morning! Deb Brenner said she went to a new place around the corner from there, called Whippoorwill Blueberry Farm, and they were good. Apparently they have early varieties--sounds like it's more expensive though. Miller Blueberries (where we went) has new owners, so maybe they are not managing them as well. They told us yesterday they water 16 hours a day, but still can't do without rain.
We had a lovely Fourth of July evening. After a little school work, we went first to Alison's, where we met Chris's family and ate some great holiday food, and then to Janna's. She grilled turkey kielbasa and some real beef hot dogs. She had grilled onions, French bread as well as hot dog rolls, red, white and blue fruit salad (berries and bananas) with just a little lemon juice, Mom's potato salad, John's green salad. Bertha was there, looking good (she may have lost some weight?), John and Debbie, Kent, and the four of us. We had a lovely time, talking about anything and everything. My parents have gotten to know most of them quite well, and the Captain especially likes talking to Debbie and John, who seem to have the knack of relating well to all different kinds of people. Debbie had been helping Jaime pack up and get rid of stuff before moving to Lake Tahoe to take an AmeriCorps job for a year.
We had brought the ice cream freezer and the mix for lemon sherbet. We stopped to get ice for it. So after supper, we churned on the back deck for almost an hour. Kent took a turn and so did Deb. It was delicious and there is even a little bit left in our freezer now. Janna and Ron took a small taste each. They seem to be doing well.
We talked about our trip to Fripp next weekend. Debbie was coordinating the menu. I was talking about my realization that my class meets for the last time next Friday. We came up with a plan to drop me at an internet cafe of some sort in Beaufort (which I have to research) and Ron and Janna will pick me up when they come through.
We got the strawberries in the ground yesterday, with a 6 ft. fence around them. Hopefully, they will live and prosper safely there. Ray started putting the fence around the fruit trees too. He gathered up the peach pits for me, in case we want to plant them. (I don't know if they might be hybrids).
Yesterday started with a disappointment. Our trip to the blueberry farm was something of a bust. We were there before 10:30, but he said the berries were mostly gone. He had so many people there, he had to close the gates for a few hours. There were some berries, but mainly they were soft and dried up, perhaps from not enough rain. There were also green berries that fell off the bush when touched. We did manage to find a few good ones, mostly Ray and Vanessa. I picked probably less than a pint. Vanessa is promising a blueberry pie, so I don't think we'll freeze any. Pancakes this morning! Deb Brenner said she went to a new place around the corner from there, called Whippoorwill Blueberry Farm, and they were good. Apparently they have early varieties--sounds like it's more expensive though. Miller Blueberries (where we went) has new owners, so maybe they are not managing them as well. They told us yesterday they water 16 hours a day, but still can't do without rain.
We had a lovely Fourth of July evening. After a little school work, we went first to Alison's, where we met Chris's family and ate some great holiday food, and then to Janna's. She grilled turkey kielbasa and some real beef hot dogs. She had grilled onions, French bread as well as hot dog rolls, red, white and blue fruit salad (berries and bananas) with just a little lemon juice, Mom's potato salad, John's green salad. Bertha was there, looking good (she may have lost some weight?), John and Debbie, Kent, and the four of us. We had a lovely time, talking about anything and everything. My parents have gotten to know most of them quite well, and the Captain especially likes talking to Debbie and John, who seem to have the knack of relating well to all different kinds of people. Debbie had been helping Jaime pack up and get rid of stuff before moving to Lake Tahoe to take an AmeriCorps job for a year.
We had brought the ice cream freezer and the mix for lemon sherbet. We stopped to get ice for it. So after supper, we churned on the back deck for almost an hour. Kent took a turn and so did Deb. It was delicious and there is even a little bit left in our freezer now. Janna and Ron took a small taste each. They seem to be doing well.
We talked about our trip to Fripp next weekend. Debbie was coordinating the menu. I was talking about my realization that my class meets for the last time next Friday. We came up with a plan to drop me at an internet cafe of some sort in Beaufort (which I have to research) and Ron and Janna will pick me up when they come through.
None of us (except Kent) actually watched the fireworks. The four of us came home and watched some on TV. Barry Manilow was in DC and Neil Diamond on another channel in Boston. They both can apparently still sing and the crowds were singing along with them. I knew all the songs and was a little jealous, although it was comfortable to be home. This morning, when I woke up, I had been dreaming that I was somehow backstage with the Neil Diamond show, talking to his family and being helpful in some way. It was very amusing.
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