Cottage days mean painting one another's toenails,
in a house that is blue, green and yellow with touches of orange.
There is time for brothers to catch up and be together,
and time to cuddle the new puppy, Baxter.
We get to have some lobster!
We play on the swing. I tell people we bought this house for the fine swing tree. I always wanted a good tree swing! I dreamed of it for years! There was one at my grandmother's house.
Cottage days for us is birthday cakes and pies.......orange cake, vanilla buttercream cake, Mama's peach pies, and blueberry pie!!!!! My niece and I made this birthday cake for Gramma. It is the delicious orange cake from the Moosewood restaurant cookbook, one of our favorite recipes. Gramma always requests it for her birthday. We sprinkled orange zest on top, and bachelor's buttons. Bachelor's buttons are edible, but ours tasted liked nothing, so we tossed them when we cut the cake. I'm going to plant borage next year for our summer cakes. Borage is beautiful, and we'll experiment to see if it has a nicer taste.
The cosmos are a bright spot, sunnily carrying on while everything is dying all around them.
My friend Magda, who died of cancer a few years ago, who was one of my great gardening teachers, called this flower "outhouse yellow," so that's what I call it. It is a very tall plant and she said people used to plant it around their outhouses! I always like to have some in my garden in her memory.
I can still make a little bouquet with what is blooming there! The cottage days are winding down. A friend is visiting. A niece and sister are coming. I am starting to pack a little. Next week.....back to Switzerland!!!!!!!!!
3 comments:
What a lovely finale to your cottage days before your return to Switzerland.
Isn't it interesting how different toes and feet are, shown off to perfection in your post.
Happy last few days, and look forward to your future posts from the mountains.
How lovely! Thank you for sharing, I haven't had my own space for flowers in some time. It's beautiful to see them growing so naturally.
Oh, Sarah! I don't have a garden in Switzerland, either, but I have a balcony, and it meant so much to me to start some things in pots there! I hope they are still alive when we get back. (A friend promised to water for us.) I hope you get to have a garden again one day.
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