Monday, May 21, 2012

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On Sunday we returned from our wide, green weekend. Sometimes you do not know that you are missing something until you are wrapped in it. I'll write about the woods near Tarrytown, tomorrow.

We came from a perfect day in the Hudson Valley to a perfect day in South Brooklyn, and after giving my last Edibles class at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden I joined Vincent on the roof for a G&B. Yes, B. Bitter lemon. T has been shoved aside. As we sat facing the still very much unset 7pm sun, a long straight wall of dark lilac-grey appeared in the south, from east to west. New weather. New season. By the time I was back in the kitchen grilling our four-alarm chicken, the wall was a roof between us and all that perfect blue. Good light, though.

The Icebergs, above, the New Dawn, below. In a month I'll take the same picture and you'll see the difference - I hope. Big tomatoes, dwarfing big pots. Almost unimaginable, now.

I deadhead roses every day, coaxing a second flush from the climbers, whose petals drop daily to the terrace floor. 

Good night, New Dawn.

Soon the terrace shrub roses will bloom. I look forward to Munstead Wood, especially. How will the red roses cope with summer's approaching heat?

We shall see.


  1. That new weather a somewhat unusual movement in from the southeast. Old front stalled over gulf stream, an early tropical storm off Carolina. Channeling moisture our way. Some thunderstorms embedded. May.

  2. beautiful images. i adore your blog. by the way, where do you buy bitter lemon in new york?

  3. Hm, Frank, it was very interesting to see it come from the south and then move past and to the west...

    anonymous - thank you. Bitter lemon is hard to find - fortunately our local Key Food on Atlantic has it quite often.


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