I thought for a moment that I might not go back to the city. It’s been a perfect summer.
Zucchini blossoms stuffed with homemade ricotta then deep fried and drizzled with marinara I can’t blog about everything we eat. I’d never get anything else done! Bonfires with loved ones on my new patio under a canopy of stars that you need only reach up to touch. New dishes for ice cream...
my dad…dot, dot, dot – translation: there are no words to describe the depth of my love or gratitude.
Awesome, bliss, decadent, enchanted and wondrous are a few words that I over use.
Never for a moment do I ever take for granted how blessed we are. We give thanks, daily.
Secret places…
Forgotten places…
Loved and saved places…
I played all summer, in the kitchen and in my gardens, developing new recipes for you.
The sunlight sent me constantly running for my camera so I could capture the magic.
Each year our beloved farm becomes a little bit more alive. One dream after another.
Sigh…
A summer of heat, sweat, hard work and uninterrupted joy was a powerful combination.
Birthday cakes, pajama parties, barbecues, long walks, boat rides, dinner parties with people we love. Not everyone is able to visit but, they know our door is always open.
Ralph and I, with help and guidance from my dad, are creating a place where our children, grandchildren, family and friends can come and be with us in a world full of wonder and peace.
Thanks for spending the summer with me. XO
