It’s our last Tuesday morning at Red Gate Farm and all our guests have departed. Even our child has departed. The air is still and warm and I should probably pop up to find something for lunch, but it’s just too peaceful to move.
A far cry from the crazy round of activity and celebration that’s been the scene for the last two weeks!
It never seems quite like summer until John’s mom arrives, and she did, to kick off the August mania. Her first evening was the last quiet moment for days on end, it seemed.
Oddly, for Connecticut in August, it’s been cool in the mornings and evenings, requiring everyone to snuggle into cardigans and throws. But the days have been intensely lovely, with unbelievable blue skies and puffy clouds. The farmer’s market soaks it all up.
We have eaten an incredible number of ears of corn on the cob, of juicy tomatoes drizzled with the special Tuscan Herb olive oil from the market. And for an afternoon treat, why not sample one of dear Kate’s homemade strawberry muffins? Only 50 cents, right here in Sanford Road.
“They are still warm from the oven,” Kate assures me in her quiet way. Irresistible, even to this military gentleman cruising along the road. “I’m off to South Korea tomorrow. Happy to support small local businesses,” he says with a grin.
And yes, before you tell me, I know the fence looks just awful. It’s a fact of Red Gate Farm that everything is falling down; it’s just a question of what’s falling down fastest, and therefore gets the quickest attention. The fence has been collapsing by degrees for the last decade, and I suppose it can go awhile longer. John applied some elbow grease and bubble gum to the gate, at least.
Avery has had what can be called only “The Commuting Summer,” making her way from New Jersey every morning to spend the day in New York, either at her AIDS charity or at her internship with our historian friend Anne Nelson. And then of course she needs to get up here to Connecticut for the occasional moment of leisure, like dear Cici’s graduation party in Mystic. We motored there one lovely Friday evening. These two girls never change.
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