We began our Memorial Day weekend at a nearby reservoir,
which has a very manageable bike/walking path that runs through the woods and
beside the water in spots.
I like it
much better than more popular trails – unlike in Northampton
and Amherst, I’m not dodging
skateboarders and herds of families with kids that wander across the path or
come teetering toward you. Having only learned to ride a bike as an adult, I’m
not all that confident myself and appreciate an empty lane for my own
teetering.
There were a
few patches of fisherpeople.
Banks of
ferns.
And reminders
that if I fell, to go for the asphalt instead of these three-leaved dangers.
My afternoon
was more mundane, with a trip to the garden/pet supply place where fortunately,
no one spotted Mamie shamelessly peeing on the floor.
(No photos - I was busy quickly shuffling us off to some other part of the store)
But the
evening proved that you never quite know how life is going to work out.
Who
would have ever thought that this new care-free condo life would also come with
my own rhubarb patch (thank you, previous owners) that I could harvest for a tasty rustic tart.
My grandmother called that a crosata crust, and put most any filling she made into it.I tried to explain it to Emily, the granddaughter who knows everything, and she looked at me like there were three heads. I'll try it on Laura soon; she's really big on peaches. Thanks for the scrumptdelicious example.
ReplyDeleteThat tart looks both healthy and delicious. I am not a fan of rhubarb but we did grow it when I was young. It is easy to take care of. I think you should have just walked up to the counter at the pet store and asked for a roll of paper towels...which they certainly would provide.
ReplyDeleteYou're right - not my finest hour, either.
DeleteLove.
ReplyDeleteMmmm. Rhubarb. Which is always known as thumb in our family after one of my brothers had a major mishap while chopping it.
ReplyDeleteI've made two rhubarb desserts so far. I should really freeze some because there is no way I could use up what I have. I'm not a great bicyclist, either. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteCycling is such a great activity. I can't do much anymore, but it's still nice to get out a little.
ReplyDeleteWhat are those three leafed plants that you don't want to be falling into?
ReplyDeletePoison ivy. "Leaves of three, let them be"!
DeleteSounds like a very good day, except for the Mamie mishap. I got poison ivy once long ago, and it's not fun! :-)
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