A delicious holiday, starting with the sweet sounds of a youngster across the cove at Harris Bed-N-Boat, squealing “I GOT one! I GOT one!”. Laughter.
Packed up the car and drove away from the humid stickiness of the Shore, we arrived at Fishing Creek just in time to see family – 9 of them. It went so fast and whooooosh! they’re all gone.
My second visit this summer, after 22 years – each stay more dear, it seems.
The field out front grew beans this year, long thin, green beans. Harvested two weeks ago, there’s still tons of beans for gleaning. So we did.
Dark and cloudy, breezy and cool, only 5 hours north of Harris Creek but it seems a different world.
Kevin tying some flies. Napping on the porch. Piles of Smithsonian, Audubon, books, iPad slams down on my chest as I fall backward into sleep, napping at noon. Delicious.
Green beans with salt and pepper.