For me, July 4 is some sort of demarcation line, a beginning and an end. It’s hard to explain it but some thing inside me… by then, spring’s tease is long gone, summer is in full force. The heat is on.
Keep that in mind, as we take stock of what’s on hand. Bossa Nova squash! If you eat zucchini, this is the next level. Zephyr squash and pattypan too, that’sright, and squash blossoms we’ll get you. Local fennel is beyond tender, and English peas are near their end. Favas are plentiful. Sala Nova lettuce; Ask for it. I’ve said it before, I stop by my favorite gardener/farmer Nancy every morning and pick some up.
That last picture, on the right -local raspberries from Nancy. We will have these and other berries this weekend. Harry’s crew eeked out one more pick and I will not fail to mention that Andy is still gathering stone fruit for us. Exceptional is not near a strong enough adjective for what these people grow. So, let’s leave it at that. July is the end of some things and the beginning of the rest. Sour cherries are here today, gone tomorrow. I saw the beginning of an apple crop, but I won’t mention that.