The towns dotting the border between Litchfield and Fairfield Counties are my favorite parts of Connecticut. The rain finally let up this Sunday so the Impish Husband pulled out his motorcycle and took me for a scenic ride up north. We ended up in Kent where we stopped by Annie Bananie’s for ice cream. Afterward we strolled around this quaint little town. All the sidewalk cafes were filled with people enjoying the spectacular break in the weather. It reminded me that we really should make more of a point to get out a bit on the weekends. There are so many amazing places to visit and you don’t even have to go far to have a refreshing, soul cleansing experience.
When I was younger the biggest compliment I could give about a tomato was to say that it tasted and smelled like a greenhouse. What I actually meant was that it reminded me of my grandmother’s tomatoes. She has had a greenhouse for as long as I can remember in which she grows tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini. As soon as you would walk into that greenhouse you would be enveloped in this vibrant green, vegetable smell. I love that when I pinch my mother-in-law’s tomato plants, my fingers end up taking on that greenhouse smell.
The Impish Husband and I were up in Boston two weeks ago for a wedding. We spent Saturday night at his sister Em’s place, catching up on some quality time with her and her husband. On Saturday Em took us to Russo’s so that she could pick up some veggie plants and herbs for the new raised flower bed she had just made.
When a journal doesn’t accept your paper and the big experiment you’ve been working on for the last four weeks fails, the only appropriate response is to drown your sorrows in a glass. Your mother-in-law’s last bottle of homemade port may be especially well suited for this. Then this weekend you can start reworking the paper for submission to a new journal and on Monday you can plate cells to repeat the experiment. Sometimes science sucks….
Well my mother-in-law is back from the Czech Republic and has resumed her watchful post over her garden. Things are of course still coming along beautifully and I’m sure all her plantlings are appreciating that they’re no longer parched throughout the week and suddenly practically drowning when I finally show up on the weekends.
I do think the tomato plants are starting to finally slow down their reckless growth by a hair. What do you think? This was last week’s state of things:
I caught this little guy hiding out on one of the mint leaves in my mother-in-law’s garden. He had a little buddy with him, but he scuttled under the leaf as soon as he saw me coming. Until now most of the pictures I’d taken had been with the Canon 50mm lens I’d treated myself to when the Impish Husband bought me my new DSLR. This was shot with an older 28-80mm lens I inherited from him. It’s fun being able to pull things in a bit closer with this lens and having more freedom with framing shots. I had to peek in through an opening in the leaves to get this shot without sending him off to join his buddy on the other side of the leaf.