30 October 2023 (farmstand ginko)
Kristen Lindquist
farmstand ginko
the heft
of a ripe pumpkin
* a ginko is a group haiku outing
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27 June 2023 (Genji)
Kristen Lindquist
Genji on audiobook
as she drives to her lover . . .
unchanging moon
The Tale of Genji is an 11th century Japanese saga written by Murasaki Shikibu, and is considered by many to be the world’s first real novel. Full disclosure: I am indeed listening to it on Audible right now (and have also read it several times), but the lover I was driving to with Genji-like ardor was a serving of amazing strawberry shortcake at Beth’s Farm Market, which might be better than sex!
September 1: Beth's Farmstand
Kristen Lindquist
Rows of chrysanthemums,
last of the blueberries,
first of the apples.
last of the blueberries,
first of the apples.
October 8: Brussels sprouts
Kristen Lindquist
Yesterday I experienced the birder's nirvana of spending the day on Monhegan Island after a "fallout," when thousands of birds were crawling all over the island. Palm Warblers were bobbing on lawns and all over Lobster Cove beach, catching sand fleas in the wrack. Black-throated Blue Warblers had invaded Fish Beach. Yellow-rumped warblers were bouncing like popcorn amid the spruce stands. And at one point we stopped to admire a vegetable garden and were delighted to see a Black-throated Green Warbler hopping in the bright green lettuce and a Magnolia Warbler perched in the Brussels sprouts.
Later, a mother and her young son were also observing the garden, although not to watch the birds like we had. I heard the mother explaining to the boy how to find the Brussels sprouts on the thick, leafy stalks. Because, let's face it, Brussels sprouts are weird-looking plants and it's hard to figure out exactly how those mini cabbages actually grow.
Today Beth's Farmstand in Warren boasted a large crop of Brussels sprouts, one of my husband's favorite vegetables.
Later, a mother and her young son were also observing the garden, although not to watch the birds like we had. I heard the mother explaining to the boy how to find the Brussels sprouts on the thick, leafy stalks. Because, let's face it, Brussels sprouts are weird-looking plants and it's hard to figure out exactly how those mini cabbages actually grow.
Today Beth's Farmstand in Warren boasted a large crop of Brussels sprouts, one of my husband's favorite vegetables.
They'd also posted a lengthy explanation of what to do with this strange foodstuff:
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| "When prepared properly they are gourmet." |
I'm personally not all that fond of Brussels sprouts to eat (unless someone makes them "gourmet" for me--Pai Men Miyake in Portland offers my favorite). I simply find them fascinating to look at, particularly when migrating warblers are involved.
Brussels sprouts' knobby stalks.
Delicate grace
of a foraging warbler.