Picking fresh fruit is one of my favorite annual summer treats, as at least half of what I gather goes straight in my belly. There’s nothing quite like the tartness of a fresh blueberry or the crunchy sweetness of an apple. This July we drove a little outside the city to Indian Head Farm in Belmont, MA. A cute little farm about fifteen off the highway, it was a tiny adventure as our Zipcar traded paved roads for gravel. There is something about the pop of dirt under tires that always makes me anxious for home. In any case, this cute little farm was home to hundreds of blueberry bushes that were home to hungry humans like ourselves, no bears here!
Another day, another trip to the farm. If you read my last post you know that my new little oasis in the city is a little farm in Brookline. I had to circle back to give my new friends a little pat and to pick up some sunflowers to brighten up my bedroom.
August, at least in Boston, is well known as a scramble for tenants changing their zip codes. It can be a stressful time full of hoarding boxes and multiple trips to the Goodwill – all the while questioning how you collected so much stuff. Being one of these migrants, I’ve been really stressed with the coordination of moving. One of the best ways I de-stress is finding a little piece of home in the city.
Late summer style is always bittersweet. I finally have the breezy summer wardrobe I’ve cultivated all season, when suddenly the cold night air begins to nip at my sandaled feet. However, one trend I’ve been coveting is not dependent on warm weather ; shaped clips. I love how they frame your already gorgeous locks while tying down misbehaving strands – because one thing I’ll never get a handle on is the humidity’s effect on my hair.
Everyone has a signature cocktail for those hot summer days in the backyard. in my case, it’s the classic Mojito. While I am partial to mint, I love the cold freshness and tart flavor of this drink. It’s also a perfectly light beverage to quench summer thirst and share with company.