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farmers’ market ‘gold’ . . .

butter

On Saturday mornings, I like to go to the farmer’s market in town because even though there aren’t that many participants, Fivefork Farms, a CSA flower farm from Upton, MA. serves as the anchor, drawing lots of customers from our town and nearby places. And I like to go to chat with Grace and her Dad while picking out some flowers to adorn the kitchen table for the week.

Today, I found this wonderful Fall bouquet of mixed flowers . . . AND walked by a new vendor from a Jersey cow farm in Lunenberg, MA. who had a few bins of freshly made BUTTER from grass-fed Jersey cows. I commented that I had never seen butter offered before and the fellow said they usually sell all of it to a local bakery and had a few bins left that he brought to the market.

Wow! – what a wonderful find! Having fresh filet of sole and asparagus for dinner tonight too! – with lemon (fresh!) butter!

YAY!

 

“montauk daisies” . . .

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“montauk daisies” – in rockport, ma., a seaside town, there are huge plantings of white flowers that emerge in the Fall. They even sell these perennial plants at the local grocery store. I brought a few plants back home a few years ago to provide some blooms when almost everything else has gone by in late September and early October.

With almost no care at all, they have multiplied by leaps and bounds in just a few years.montauk 3

montauk daisies first

more dahlias! . . .

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group of dahliasToday might be the last day that Fiveforkfarms, a flower CSA farm located in Upton will have fresh flowers since they’re expecting a frost to hit soon. So, today at the farmers market, I met D. the father of the five forks clan and G., the youngest daughter whose idea it was to start a flower CSA. I bought a bevy of huge plate-sized blooms. It turns out that D. and I discovered we are both Chinese, shaking hands, and joking back and forth about who was older (when he insisted he was older than I, I bet him a CSA subscription that I was older and he backed off!) I knew I would win because my kids are quite a bit older than his, it seemed to me. G. was so gracious to me when she wrapped up the bouquet of dahlias. I’m looking forward to a time when the farm decides to sell retail, maybe next year.

cream dahlia

Because it was a rainy day, I decided to do some errands early and visited the farmers market around 9:15 a.m., plopped the fresh flowers into a white enamelled pail filled with a couple of inches of water I had prepared, set on the passenger seat floor and drove into town to pick up a hand-made pottery vase that I had asked a shop to order for me.

If you look around, a number of potters have been making ribbed, white contemporary looking vases, notably Jonathan Adler about a decade ago, his prices going from reasonable to, well, way more expensive as he got famous. And others like Frances Palmer who hand builds white pedestal vases that were so gorgeous you wanted to figure out how you could justify buying one–and then, there are ones like the vase I ordered and brought home today. These flowers are just amazing to behold, aren’t they?

2 vases

seeing green . . .


Even though this winter has been unseasonably mild (hallelujah!) a friend and I went to the Lyman Greenhouse at Smith College, Northampton, MA a couple of weeks ago, a place usually reserved for snowbound winters. I had thought there were more exotic plants–or at least slightly unusual ones but most of what we saw was commonplace. That is, I had seen most of the plants somewhere before. The place was also looking a little rundown but maybe that was my imagination.

In any case, I took a few photos and downloaded them onto my IPhoto file. Then forgot about them. Yesterday, some of these images came onto my screensaver, slowly zooming in and out. And I swear, I could almost smell the fragrant, damp air of the greenhouse. It seemed like an oasis of plants. So, I thought Read the rest of this entry »