For my last full day in New York, yesterday I indulged in an afternoon date in my summer's best, and took long and scenic drive over to Brookville to Young's Farm.
As kids, this family-run farm was summer staple for me and my brother Andrew. My grandmother used to take us here to pick up locally grown vegetables, juicy strawberries, and homemade pies for our Sunday family feast. Each time, she would always treat us to a little trinket from their general store. Our favorite was the wooden and metal screen lightning bug house, a summer memory we still talk about to this day. The lightning bug house lasted for several summers, and every year the plan was to capture as many of these glowing bugs as we could on Long Island, and bring them back to the city to light up our rooms and feel that Grandma was still with us. The plan always failed because they would die from the harsh florescent lighting on the LIRR train back into the city. And each time it was pure devastation. My poor mother had to console us as we peeked our big curious eyes through the screen at our lightning bugs corpses.
Yesterday, while picking out cheeses, breads and morning scones for my mom to thank her for all of her help this year, and thinking about my trip back to Paris, you know who I was also thinking about and who I was kept reminded of?
You. Well some of you. My blogging girlfriends in particular. Am I creepy? No really. Tell me. Or does this just make me a total dork for thinking about the blogosphere when I should have been thinking solely about my mom?
Either way, while snapping photos, here are some things at the farm that whisked me back to my blog posse and some of their posts from the past....
Thinking of you, I was outraged that there was no kale here!
Thanks for turning me on to this super green.
I can't wait to have access to it in Paris!
that I picked up at the farm.
Yes. Pink Champagne Cheese. So yum. So you.
who appreciates wine o' clock as much as I do.
We so need this sign!
I thought about one of your posts from last year
about Sèvres porcelain.
These are exactly dainty and porcelain but they're really charming.
So French country, right?
Being a big fan of quality alone time, my afternoon was the perfect end to a perfect season. I really feel like I made the most of this summer. I enjoyed time with my family, took on new projects, relaxed, and appreciated the simplicity of gardening, preparing food, and sitting in my mom's backyard with a smoothie and a trashy magazine. Summer, you did me proud this year and I'm going to miss you, but fall I'm ready to embrace you and to finally come home.
Bon dimanche!