Wednesday, February 29, 2012

#354: Amaranth harvest

Does anyone out there know how to process amaranth?
We cut, dried and pulled it off the stems:

Now what?
Tobias tried running it through a screen:

The little black dots are the seed,
a lot of them are still stuck in the husks.

He then tried floating the husks
 and letting the seed sink.

Leaving us with half seed, half detritus.
The Aztecs lived on this stuff,
there must be an easier way.
Any ideas?

Monday, February 27, 2012

#353: Still Winter...

But getting ready for spring.
Let's see...an old boxspring in the basement:
Stripped of fabric, would make a perfect
raised garden 'bed'.
Which saves me the $28 it'd cost to dump it.
I like to plant these with garlic to overwinter,
then lettuce and parsley in July.

Re-sort the screws and nails:

When my kids were small I could assign them this job
and they'd be thrilled.
Now, not so much.

Today, they'd rather be at the beach,
as would I.
 Miles and miles of serenity.

With the waves rolling in.
It is possible to rest in Jesus' grace even on 
basement cleaning days.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

#352: Indulgence

Sigh. The hard part of cleaning the basement
isn't the hauling, it's the decision making.

A dozen or so chairs needing work.

These ones seem to be dancing, or mocking me,
can't decide which.

These, in my daughter's room, are repaired,
refinished, and ready to tie.
My eldest daughter wove the seat of the gray one.

Given the abundance of chairs already,
my latest find at the Take-it-or-Leave-it
can only be termed an indulgence:

Isn't she a beauty? See how the arms turn out?
And the back curves, too:

This is one comfortable rocker.
Only the seat needs replacing,
maybe with neckties woven tight.
Which is what I love to do.
Good thing I have a tremendously indulgent husband...

Friday, February 24, 2012

#351: Cleaning the Basement

You know it's February when I clean the basement.
It can be an adventure,
a treasure hunt, as it were.

Old bottles my father-in-law found when
he dug out his basement on N. Liberty Street.

His tool box.
There used to be a shoe repair shop in the sideyard
of my in-laws' house.

A piece to our oven.
We have a super-lemon GE Profile gas stove.
I will never again buy a GE appliance.
This little guy has been replaced at least a half dozen times.
Isn't it cute how he's smiling
 as I write another repair check?

The remnants of my mother-in-law's 
salt-and-pepper shaker collection.
Don't you just love the crusty old salt?

From Nantucket.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

#349: Dionis Beach Whimsy

Dionis Beach is so very quiet this time of year.

No cars, just dunegrass:

And rows of snow fencing:
Wait, what's that on top of the fence?

Whimsical evidence of beachcombers

Glowing in the morning sun

They'll be back

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

#348: Halibut Recipe

Yesterday's catch is today's supper.
There are advantages to being a fishwife.
This is David's super-easy recipe.
I took pictures, he cooked.
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.
You'll need:
2 lb. halibut, an inch and a half thick
3 T mayonnaise (Hellman's Light, the only kind I know)
1 T lemon juice
2 T dry white wine
sea salt, fresh ground pepper
1/4 C fresh grated parmesan cheese

Season fish with salt and pepper,
place in Pyrex pie plate
Splash on lemon juice and wine
Spread mayo on top,
Sprinkle with parmesan cheese.

Set aside for an hour if you want,
to let the flavors blend

Bake in middle of oven 15 min,
move to top and broil 5 min
until surface of fish is lightly browned and bubbly.
You know it's done when layers separate with a fork.

Set out with your salad from the greenhouse and:
Dinner is served.
As David did the cooking, I'll do the dishes.
It's only fair.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

#347: Fresh halibut

The Ruthie B, a Nantucket dragger,
came in with this beauty:
  A 38 pound Atlantic halibut.

Halibut, like other flounder, have both eyes on top.
They lie on the bottom of the ocean;
thus the camouflage mottled top side,
and the pale eyeless bottom side.
How cool is that?

A 13 lb. fillet.
Come in quick, this won't last.

Friday, February 17, 2012

#346: Whimsical Windows

Back when we were first married,
David and I lived over the fish market,
on Steamboat Wharf.
We'd often go for walks at night and
look in people's windows.
Yes, folks, we did.
Nobody had shades or curtains
so you could look all you want.
I got lots of interior decorating ideas
which I have yet to incorporate into my home.
Kitchen towels hung by clothespins for curtains.
This is on the Sconset Bluff walk.

Geraniums. Pink is perfect.

One starfish per window. 

Party dresses, awaiting
Cheryl Fudge's Fashion Camp.
Summer's coming.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

#345: Vernal Pool Maple

There's a swamp maple leaning
over a vernal pool in Squam Swamp.
I have favorite pictures of my kids
all lined up on the trunk that overhangs the pool.
This is the tree last year:
The trunk the kids climbed on.

The whole tree reflected in the pool.

The same tree, just this week:
Fallen.

The other trunks still stand, but I'll miss this fine
old grandfather trunk.
It's a part of living in the shadow of the Fall,
beauty passes;
leaving only memories.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

#344: Winter Windows

Some shops, 
such as Glidden's Island Seafood,
 remain open all winter.
One can still window shop...
This is the Johnstons Cashmere,
the window boxes make you want to pop in 
and buy a sweater.

Good sales on Main Street,
I might be more tempted to buy that top
 if it wasn't tied. Brrrr.

This window reflects cold winter but
the painting inside is all burning sunset.

This is actually in Dublin. 
You will never see this on Main Street, Nantucket.
I do love those hot pink chairs.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

#343: Happy Valentine's Day from Nantucket

First, the bracelets we made in Sunday School:
When we finished the knots, we ran one end of the line 
through the point of the heart to make a loop.
Then tied the ends through the loop to make a bracelet:

Next, a walk in Squam Swamp,
God's love is everywhere, 
you just have to keep your eyes and heart open:
in the moss

and the lichens
carved into bark

drawn by a stick

A fallen knot

A hole in a tree

A squirrel's stash

A stone peeking through
watch where you step

There are worms about, preparing the soil for Spring.
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