On Sunday morning, a few Sundays ago, Keryn and Mike were the perfects hosts, indulging us with Mike’s wonderful pancakes and letting us sleep very late (that’s Kate’s butter, of course).
Keryn likes her pancakes with blueberries throughout and on top (and with these native wild blueberries, I heartily agree with her preference),
and Fil and I smiled at all the fun of the day before.
Late that afternoon, Keryn arranged the perfect spread of charcuterie and cheese, and a little while later, we were off to the ever-crowded Primo for their oyster night.
On Monday, I went foraging with my friend Evan on an island, gathering berries,
happening upon chanterelles,
and some of the rose hips that grow all over the area.
Monday night, Keryn (who even manages to rock rain boots) drove us to Ladleah and Shane’s,
where Ladleah’s gardening skills were in abundant evidence.
Ladleah had made a lovely blueberry buckle for the next morning’s sailing outing,
in a spare moment after making her famous salsa,
and then she showed us her gardens (Ladleah gardens for others as well, so these are her personal gardens that she works on in her free time).
I haven’t seen tomatillos on the vine before,
and Ladleah introduced us to an heirloom cucumber she adores.
We glimpsed the dramatic hanging purple beans,
and the first apples on the tree in the future orchard.
Before we left for dinner, we all smelled the mint on her porch, a scent I now associate with Maine, and its crisp air, and the beautiful people I am lucky to know there.
On our way back to Brooklyn on Tuesday, Fil and I drove through the Berkshires to visit Ethan and Rachel and meet Drew (Ethan drew us a map for the way back and recommended his favorite series of highways).
In their unique and incredible house, we marveled at the view that goes on and on, appropriate for a couple that is wise and witty in equal measure (and one I am excited to return to visit for longer).
Just as Ethan had said, we passed sculptures too intriguing not to stop for,
and we made a note that more exploration is necessary of this place,
and perhaps also of the miniature golf at the Red Rooster Drive-In next time the drive includes these roads…