This is a cold, wet June. But the carrots and peas and parsley are thriving, and the tomatoes are too young to make a fuss about it. Today I roasted one quart of strawberries (with a recipe from this book), which would seem like a shame most Junes: Junes when the sun is out, the hose is on, and it’s much too warm for pants. But today it is nice to smell hot strawberries in the cool house, and I will put them in a jar for the freezer and be delighted by their presence come December.
And I am whittling away at baby names and falling in love with collard greens. And napping. I am doing a lot of napping.