In these unsettling and most peculiar times I look for diversions
like contemplating a lovely dessert with blackberries and figs
or maybe quinces – but am not certain what I would do with the quinces. I like the look and the name but not the taste really.
Apples are easy but the Winesaps won’t be here until next week.
Teeny, tiny pears all sheeny with wetness.
Then I’m delighted by pinkness and buy dahlias which will only last three days – but lots of nice things last even less time than that.
Oh my! what a dazzle for the eye!
The mescalun looks as if it has been arranged – but it hasn’t.
Romanesco is worth mediating on – all Fibonacci and architectural – look at the little group of singers at the top in their soft green dresses under the coral overhang – or make up another story entirely. Or, according to Mee (the friend who did the cookbook) bake it inside a Godzilla cake and astound the kiddies.
An orange nose has poked itself into the ghost gourds.
This decorative gourd is all warty and weird – maybe it’s enchanted. In the end I brought the dahlias home and took their photo on the dining table.
And that was my morning avoiding watching the news or doing any writing or anything remotely useful. And so we go on!
October is one of my favorite months – the beginning of the turning of the year and a little bit decaying and mystical…
Nothing like an old baking sheet background for gloomy…
This is a sunflower squash
posing as a space alien.
These are some pears
and more pears
and a pomegranate from a street cart and flowers from Bobby’s garden.
Some meadow flowers hanging on to summer at the green market
but pumpkin season is upon us
and an eggplant with some sort of message –
when we get to the beach
I find a poor fishy who is unlikely to send any more messages…
I managed to get separated from my blog – or the log in to the same…
Anyway, my friend Gracie moved to Long Beach where people were training as life guards.
The summer went well…
Vinny the caterpillar and his chums ate a great deal of dill…
which then formed seeds and I got a second crop.
The wonderful butterfly flower self seeded itself on the roof
add basil and mint to the old Moroccan jug.
Hydrangeas continued to enchant
and I dried some delphinium flowers.
We managed to get to Robert Moses three times
and the grandchildren continued to flourish.
Robert suggested I do a needlepoint loosely based on an old Italian plate. Lesson learned: do not attempt anything with lots and lots of circles in it.
A peach photographed on a baking tray
Some extra lovely dahlias Margaret gave me.
A photo from yesterday – photographed on a cookie sheet. The chewed leaf makes it look as if it ought to be an allegory of some sort – oddly medieval.
So they were going to have a photoshoot at Tiffany & Co. It was early on a Sunday morning
and I was off to look at 5th Avenue and the park from above.
The next day the sun shone! Hooray!
There were ranunculuses like ballerinas at the green market
and a bunny family picnicking in ABC Carpet’s window.
Nearer home I savor flowers
then go for a walk to see the wisteria on 20th Street.
Not a good day for going outside…except possibly to go to the greenmarket where I find
interesting patterns on the rutabagas –
and whatever these things are…
It is miserable out and one’s hands turn red immediately.
Snow falls on the wool
and the bread…
pears and more pears…
so I go home to make wooly hats
Happy New Year!
A lovely tree catching the last of the autumn sunlight.