It was our first time as a family, and though it was a chilly day, it was beautiful. The trees on the Niagara Escarpment at the end of the orchard were in their full autumn glory, creating a backdrop that was just a riot of colour. Continue reading
Yes, it’s summer. Yes, it’s traditionally hot. And it has been. But we’ve returned to reasonable temps, with open windows, lovely breezes and comfortable nights. It’s not typical, which may explain my equally not typical in summer urge to fire up the oven and bake. But I must be out of practice.
The heat has returned (though not viciously) and the AC is back on. The garden is brimming with tomatoes and beans and cucumbers and the next flush of raspberries is getting ready to explode. Oh, and if anyone needs horseradish, I’ve got you covered.
One thing I love this time of year is going to various fruit stands and roadside markets to buy what our garden doesn’t provide. This past weekend it was a place next to what may be the world’s smallest chapel. They had peaches galore (oh dear, that sounds like a burlesque performer’s name). I couldn’t resist picking up a mixed basket of white and yellow fleshed gems. The whites are firmer, with a more perfume-y flavour, while the yellows were exactly what you expect a freestone peach to be. Amazing. Continue reading