I was in Berlin today getting a haircut, so I went to Suder’s afterwards and they had Dragon’s Tongue Heirloom Beans.  I bought them ALL, natch.  I have no idea if they even taste good, but who cares?

Dragon’s TONGUE.

I was in Berlin today getting a haircut, so I went to Suder’s afterwards and they had Dragon’s Tongue Heirloom Beans. I bought them ALL, natch. I have no idea if they even taste good, but who cares?

Dragon’s TONGUE.

I finally bought blackberries at Carini’s farm stand today, after another customer gushed about them to me.  I am always leery about them because sometimes they are very sour (and not in a good way) and you can’t tell by looking at them whether they’re going to be delicious or inedible.  Blackberries can be deceptive blackguards.

But the other customer was right:  the blackberries right now are good.  They’re like gleaming jewels of intense juicy flavor that burst on your tongue.  I love how their deep purple hangs between black and red.  They have a weighty, regal feel.  They look like they should be wearing ermine capes and holding a scepter.

I finally bought blackberries at Carini’s farm stand today, after another customer gushed about them to me. I am always leery about them because sometimes they are very sour (and not in a good way) and you can’t tell by looking at them whether they’re going to be delicious or inedible. Blackberries can be deceptive blackguards.

But the other customer was right: the blackberries right now are good. They’re like gleaming jewels of intense juicy flavor that burst on your tongue. I love how their deep purple hangs between black and red. They have a weighty, regal feel. They look like they should be wearing ermine capes and holding a scepter.

Man! I brought my watch in to the jeweler’s (because the band was out of alignment, which they fixed for free in about two seconds), and they are going to give it a special cleaning and polishing treatment to restore the brushed vs. shiny surfaces, which will take about a week, so I didn’t have a watch to wear until I got home, and not having a watch on while going about the rest of my errands made my arm feel so NAKED. I could barely stand it!

I was paranoid about the super pale never-touched-by-sunlight stripe on my arm getting exposed to sun, and I kept constantly looking at my wrist to see what the date was and what time it was and getting all disconcerted because there was no watch there to tell me. And most people don’t even wear a watch! But I’ve constantly worn a watch for so many years that I can’t handle being without it. I even sleep with it on. Good thing I have a spare!

The cleaning and polishing thing is kind of absurdly expensive and usually I am super cheap, but for some reason I said yes. I guess it’s because my Tissot is my one piece of jewelry, and it’s a nice watch, and obviously it’s important to me. I sort of feel like it’s part of my identity or something—part of the core Laura image that I project to the world—so taking care of it and doing something nice for it is a good thing. I am still a little surprised, though.

On the way home from my graveyard-visiting adventures today, I found myself driving by Diana’s Pool in Chaplin. I had never been there before, but my photographer pal at So. G had told me about it, so I knew it was worth stopping. It’s a short hike through the woods and is very pretty. You can HEAR the water before you can see it. Luckily, I was wearing my Cemetery Shoes, which were good for climbing around! When I first got there, some teenaged boys were jumping into the pool, but then everyone left and I had it all to myself. (Notice the bridge in the distance in the last picture.)

After I got home, I called my parents and my dad answered. I asked him if he’d been to Diana’s Pool, and he said he remembered the first time he ever went there. He was around 14, and the Brundage’s (friends of my grandparents) daughter, who was much older, took him. He and his friends used to go swimming there as teenagers, and kids used to paint things on the rocks. One time a girl painted “____ loves Gene” on the rocks, and his friends pointed it out to him! He didn’t reveal to me who “____” was. (A gentleman wouldn’t!) From the way he charmingly said it, I assume he remembers her name, but I didn’t ask. He only told me that part because my mom was out of the room! :-D

WOAH. I just found a burying ground out in the middle of the forest, thanks to trusting James A. Slater’s directions (written in the 1980s). “Head for the pine trees.” It’s completely isolated, BUT mowed and well maintained! Nice job, Hampton!!

Oh man! I forgot how much I LOVE the Hampton Indian!

Oh man! I forgot how much I LOVE the Hampton Indian!

I GAVE UP on East Thompson after taking what photos I could (which wasn’t many). But, I’m making ice cream out of ice, and went to the We-Li-Kit burying ground in Abington. Such a weird and cool spot, all hidden back here, with stones going every which way and the occasional mad mooing sound. A lot of the stones are in shadow, but I think they’re different ones from last time. I’m really right on the threshold of the sun being too straight overhead though. But, it’s still good. I’m quite easygoing about all this today.

[Edit: Ooo, this is 100% worth it! Great lighting on a stone signed by Frederick Manning where he misspelled his own name. (“Fradrick.”) Awesome. And tons of distant cousins! (Holbrooks, Lyons, etc.)]

I did it! I’m in East Thompson and the light and temperature are  perfect and the sky is clear azure blue. But it’s all full of blankety-blank-blank EVERGREEN TREES in the old section. Giant ones! This place would never not be in shadow. Maybe Rick’s mirror will help?? (Nope.) That was a long drive to be thwarted by trees!

I did it! I’m in East Thompson and the light and temperature are perfect and the sky is clear azure blue. But it’s all full of blankety-blank-blank EVERGREEN TREES in the old section. Giant ones! This place would never not be in shadow. Maybe Rick’s mirror will help?? (Nope.) That was a long drive to be thwarted by trees!

I got up early (9 o’clock!) so I can got to the northeasternmost burying ground in the state! East Thompson. Mix of morning and afternoon stones. Eleven John Holmes stones. Next stop! Excited!

UPDATE! Instead of accepting the food I put out for her on the ground, Mrs. Reddy snuck into the squirrel-proof feeder so she could have it all to herself and not have to share with the gray squirrels (who are too big) or the chipmunks (who can’t climb up the pole). She definitely looks like she’s nursing, so I will let her get away with it. :-) I bet the gray squirrels are super jealous!

Reddy, the red squirrel, is back, and I think she might be a nursing female! She was trying to raid the new bird feeder, so I sprinkled some food on the ground for her. We don’t see Reddy around very often, and it’s usually in the winter, so I am excited!

Reddy, the red squirrel, is back, and I think she might be a nursing female! She was trying to raid the new bird feeder, so I sprinkled some food on the ground for her. We don’t see Reddy around very often, and it’s usually in the winter, so I am excited!

My friend Philip asked me to save him some Dragon’s Egg Cucumber seeds, and I took it a little far. Heehee. Seed saving is fun! (Labeling the envelopes is, at least.)

Tulip, the tulip tree sapling, seems to think it’s time to start showing her colors.

Tulip, the tulip tree sapling, seems to think it’s time to start showing her colors.

My yard today. That’s the Little Lime hydrangea! He’s huge now and full of giant, heavy, fragrant blossoms!

This was my coolest purchase from the Bozrah Farmers Market. It’s a rare Peruvian fingerling potato called Papa Cacho, and I got it from Hunts Brook Farm. (They are located in Quaker Hill, CT, a town I had never heard of!) They are a very beautiful red color, with thin peely skin that reveals a gorgeous bright magenta surface underneath.  I’m going to grill some for dinner tonight!

The farmer selling them said the seeds were really expensive, but they produced lots of potatoes per plant.  They were $8 for a quart, which is a lot, but obviously I couldn’t resist such a stunning and rare vegetable.  He said I was the first person to buy any!

This was my coolest purchase from the Bozrah Farmers Market. It’s a rare Peruvian fingerling potato called Papa Cacho, and I got it from Hunts Brook Farm. (They are located in Quaker Hill, CT, a town I had never heard of!) They are a very beautiful red color, with thin peely skin that reveals a gorgeous bright magenta surface underneath. I’m going to grill some for dinner tonight!

The farmer selling them said the seeds were really expensive, but they produced lots of potatoes per plant. They were $8 for a quart, which is a lot, but obviously I couldn’t resist such a stunning and rare vegetable. He said I was the first person to buy any!