Wednesday, May 30, 2012

#396: Nantucket Mint

Mint loves Nantucket.
It grows wild all over the place.
 As all mints are invasive, they have their own mini-garden.

Which, in a mere month, is already trying to escape.

We also planted spearmint near our 
outside faucets, to use the drips efficiently.
I harvested some and got:
A whole countertop full!

Five bunches were hung to dry,
out of the sun, for tea.

 Becky blended two cups in the Vitamix,
strained it out,
added half a cup of organic sugar and a spritz of lemon,
then half froze it.
Mint sorbet, mmmm.

Monday, May 28, 2012

#395: Sermon Haiku 36: Revelation 2:18-29

What do you want to 
(holiness not in top ten)
Be when you grow up?

Pursue holiness
So easy to drift away
God empowers more

God's declaration
Set apart, royal priesthood
Take off your sandals

Don't be led astray
All sin is idolatry
Worship self or God

Stop, listen, turn back
There is joy in holiness
Walking with Jesus
Heed the Spirit's voice.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

#394: Summertime

This is it.
The official opening weekend of summer
for Nantucket.
 Even under grey skies,
 you can tell it's summer by the full boat basin.

 And the full 235' Gay Head, 
the island's freight vessel.

 And the full parking lot at the Steamship Authority.
In the winter, pick-up up trucks.
In the summer, as you can see,
shiny 4WD Jeeps and SUVs.

The main event of the weekend is the Figawi Race.
(As in sailing in the fog and asking, "Where the figawi?")
Sailboats race from Hyannis to Nantucket,
their crews party all weekend,
then race back on Monday.

If you can call this racing...

Thursday, May 24, 2012

#393: Something Natural is Open.

When the kids were little and the fish market
was on Steamboat Wharf,
we'd meet David for lunch at Something Natural.
The market's on Pleasant Street now
 and the kids are half-grown
 but it's still our favorite sit-down lunch spot.
 First, find the best table.
This is easy to do in May before the crowds arrive.
We had the place to ourselves.

 How cute an outhouse is that?
No more begging to use the bathroom
behind the counter.

The crabapple tree in bloom,
Our go-to shade tree in August.

Other trees are for climbing. 

 We have pictures of our kids in these trees,
from toddler to teen.

 Cooling your feet in the soon-to-be-wave-of-color
off the bow of the boat.

A yummy lunch,
--for me a veggie with provolone
and avocado on oatmeal bread with a Matt Fee Tea--
then a bike ride home.

Monday, May 21, 2012

#392: Hands, speaking

'The Hope that Ends the Human Drought'
that speaks of hands:
The hearts of some speak from their hands
those calloused cups that caring make...
that. tucked in pocket wombs of pants,
wait for ways to fix the break, hold for days the hurt and the ache,
join to pray for the lost souls sake.
You can read the rest of it here.
In our house hands are for hugging,

 digging, growing, planting.

prepping,

And feeding.

Thank you, Lord, for loving hands.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

#391: Spruce tip 'balsamic' vinegar

Also known as poor man's balsamic.
No, balsamic vinegar isn't made from balsam,
it's made from grapes, then aged 12 years.
I don't have time for that but spruce tips
make a summery substitute:
 As soon as the brown sheath falls off, pick the new tip.

 I get about two cups, eat some while you pick,
they're yummy.

Not too many from one spot or your tree will grow lop-sided.
A few here, a few there.
This was one of our Christmas trees, years ago.
It's still blessing us.

 See? The tree is taller than our house.

Chop the tips roughly.
Lean in and smell.
Mmmmm.

 Add enough apple cider vinegar or red wine vinegar to float the tips.

 Plus a half dozen peppercorns and a dollop of honey.
Rosemary is good if you plan to use it in a reduction.

Screw on a plastic lid and set next to the sink.
Shake daily for the next three weeks.
Do your happy dance while shaking.
God is so good!
Now strain and enjoy.
In salad dressing, sprinkled over veggies or
straight up as a pick me up.
Who needs yucky old coffee?

Saturday, May 19, 2012

#390: Sermon Haiku 35: Revelation 2:8-11

We, in fact, are rich
Because of knowing Jesus
Rich beyond measure
Learn to suffer well
Pain, misery, test our faith
Where is our focus?

God is still present
We are never forsaken
Even in darkness
Jesus, our model,
Suffered to the point of death,
Calling us to life.
Our pain prepares us
In a wounded world, to heal,
Binding brokenness.

A thorn in the flesh
Prevents puffing up with pride
Poking holes in self
Poking us awake
God speaks clearly, hear his voice:
Set your hope on Me.
Pain breaks through our fog.

Monday, May 14, 2012

#389: I'm so blue

Grey skies, day after day,
where's my blue sky joy-source?
To cheer myself up I went through my pictures
and found these summer skies:
 Over the moors on the way to 'Sconset,
tidily mowed so the hawks can see the rodents, to eat.

 Road through the Central Moors.

The Serengeti, No, this is out toward 'Sconset again.
I love these high wispy, cirrus clouds.

 Lobster weathervane, taking a break.
Nothing happening today but beach weather.

That's what I'm waiting for...
meanwhile, there's a garden to plant.
Seedlings are also a joy-source.

Friday, May 11, 2012

#388: No till vs. Yes till gardening

While I was laying around taking
pictures of cherry blossoms, our neighbor
was tilling the garden:
(There's no reason for more than one person in a 
neighborhood to own a tiller.)
Our neighbor is one of the best things about living
where we do. 
Always good for a chat or a helping hand.

More than a hand:
He did three beds!

Here you can see how carried away our winter rye got.
I'll have to chop and dig all this in myself as
it's a raised bed for the sweet potatoes.

My son is trying a no-till experiment 
in his garden:

The left side will be gardened conventionally,
the right, no till.
I'll post pictures when it goes in.
and keep tabs of what each side produces.
Let the contest begin!
And thanks, neighbor, 
for being so neighborly.
There'll be some fresh eggs and seafood
coming your way soon...

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

#387: Kwanzan Cherry Tree

There's a reason Nantucket is called the grey lady.
It's the fog, yes, but also these rainy grey days.
We've gone as long as 3 weeks without sun in the spring.
So we plant Kwanzan cherries.
They don't fruit, but boy! do they flower:
 I took these pictures lying on my back

 under our tree

before it started raining two days ago

My kids loved to be showered in petals:
one kid would climb the tree and shake petals down on the others.

Drowning in petals
softly pink, swirling slowly
driving out the grey

Thank you, Lord, for cherry blossoms.
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