Milk stand

On a country road near my hometown is this sweet little structure. You used to be able to buy a bottle of milk here, brought over from one of the local dairies. I wish I had a picture from its heyday.

 

Tomato basil sorbet

This sorbet at The Hintonburg Public House is a new take on a familiar flavour. One of the best desserts I've had in a long time. 

Basketful

We came for berries and we left with so much more.

Daytripping in Almonte

Thanks to Karyn McKinnon for showing me around her old mill town last weekend. Such a special place.

Last photo by Karyn McKinnon

Back roads

You don't need a car to have a joy ride.

A weed is a flower

A weed is a flower growing in the wrong place writes George Washington Carver. Nothing gives me greater joy than seeing a wild snapdragon park itself in the vacant lot beside my apartment. Or a few clover stems dot the otherwise barren patch of grass beside my barn. Weeds aren't always invasive. Sometimes, they're not even weeds.

Steep

Brew tea. Add lemon, a sprig of mint. Maybe sugar, maybe not. Stir.

Leave everything out on the counter. The lemon, the mint, the cooling tea. Leave the kitchen. Let the scent of citrus and herbs follow you, on your hands.  

Come back from wherever it is you've gone. Pour yourself a glass. Pour yourself two.