{"id":7987,"date":"2021-08-22T22:39:46","date_gmt":"2021-08-23T03:39:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sixburnersue.com\/cooking-fresh-eating-green\/?p=7987"},"modified":"2021-08-23T22:08:21","modified_gmt":"2021-08-24T03:08:21","slug":"hello-henri-goodbye-fair-weather-neighbors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sixburnersue.com\/cooking-fresh-eating-green\/2021\/08\/hello-henri-goodbye-fair-weather-neighbors\/","title":{"rendered":"Hello, Henri. Goodbye Fair-Weather Neighbors."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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THERE IS NOTHING BETTER<\/span><\/strong> than being inside your cozy home on a stormy day. If that day is a Sunday and you have a good book or a pile of magazines, a comfortable chair, a dog at your feet, coffee or tea brewing, even better.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps the window is cracked and the breeze is on the back of your neck. You listen as the wind swoops through the trees, humming and whistling as it builds to a soft crescendo. Looking out, you see limbs of leaves bouncing wildly in and out of your view, tall grasses and random flowers flattened against themselves like a cotton skirt wrapped around your legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You might venture out with the dog from time to time to inspect the gentle carnage, leaves and lichen plastered to the floor of the wooden deck, acorns and twigs and branches morphing into mossy tableaus under the oaks. A pole bean vine or two dangling from a fence post.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There is a litter of pink cosmos petals across the maroon marigolds and a single cosmos heading sideways. No sign of the two baby bunnies you\u2019re been keeping an eye on, but they are probably safely under the deck in a nest of pine needles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Later you might drive up-Island to see the storm surf, to watch the waves roll in, cresting and crashing on the slick rocks and rutted sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You\u2019ll catch the early evening light turning the clouds a rosy pink and the water an inky denim blue with frayed shadows.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Swaths of goldenrod and phragmites might sway under the causeway as you walk back to the car, hand-in-hand with the person you love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You would miss all this of course if you jumped on a plane and left the Island the night before as many people did. The constant drone of jet engines gave them away. Staying the course was not for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The thought of this exodus might make you a little sad if you were the nostalgic type, wishing for that time, not so long ago, when a storm meant staying put, battening down, stocking up, dragging the boats up to the dunes, taking down the clotheslines, staking up the garden plants, harvesting all the veggies and flowers, moving the outdoor furniture, filling pots with water for flushing the toilets, making sure your neighbor doesn\u2019t need anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Not heading for the nearest exit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It seems that moving around or away from discomfort instead of through it is the modern way. Which of course means missing all the beauty that hides in the dark spots. (Says she who is prone to assigning metaphors to everything!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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No matter. If you were here as the storm passed to the west, leaving a branch or two down here and there, you had a good day. And you remembered why you live on an Island, why you stick close to the sea, how beautiful the light is after the storm passes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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P.S. Even though the storm did not turn out to be a big deal, the gusts were aggressive enough to flatten some zinnias and sunflowers I hadn’t tied up properly (I knew I’d missed something!). But for the most part, they’re fine. I just stood them back up and lassoed them to a stake or two. And some things looked even happier after a bit of rain!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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BOOK RECS THIS WEEK<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I know I mentioned the novel Cutting For Stone<\/a> last week, but in the interim I finished reading it, and I believe it is one of the best books I’ve ever read. I don’t know how I missed it when it was published in 2009, but I’m grateful to have discovered it now. I put it down thinking about the arc of life, about how the little (and big) actions we take (and don’t take) have deep repercussions. I learned a little about the country of Ethiopia. I learned much about the job of a surgeon. And I was challenged to remember that people show their love in different ways. And that bonds of family are never truly severed, even if they seem broken.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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I recently discovered Sarah Raven through her Instagram account\u00a0@sarahravenperchhill<\/a>\u00a0and through\u00a0an interview she did with flower farmer Erin Benzakein<\/a>. Once again, I’m not sure how I missed this talented and accomplished British flower maven, but I’m glad to be on board now. I just got her newest book in the mail and I am over the moon about it, especially her tips, her suggested color palettes and her lists of favorite flower varieties. Beautiful photographs by her collaborator\u00a0Johnathan Buckley<\/a>\u00a0featured in a compact book with a lovely design make\u00a0A Year Full of Flowers: Gardening for All Seasons<\/a>\u00a0one I will be reading from cover to cover.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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