Monday, June 06, 2011

field grass

We pulled in to the shady drive— fields and hills opening out beyond. Amber mares, and chestnut. Faun and dappled.

"They say he's like a steed, Mommy!" my Littlest said, pointing to a midnight black horse in the distance. "That a knight in shining armor should ride him. They say we should see him run. He goes so fast."

My girls wanted me to come here, had been here just yesterday with others. And I see why. I am only just taking it in and already I want to come back again.

We park and walk to the stuga ("That's what they call it in Swedish... not a cottage, Mommy!"). The stuga— let me get that right— is shaded by an old apple tree. Wooden benches and tables are crowded with potted herbs for sale— parsley, sage, rosemary (I don't see thyme). There is an heirloom variety of strawberry ("Sparkle," says Linsay the proprietor) and heirloom tomatoes. The farm has been in this family for 103 years. There is Linsay's house and grandmother's. There is a brother.

Linsay has been up since 4 a.m. picking kale, strawberries, lettuces, and putting out glass cups with minted, lemon ice water. The mint clings to the side of the glass pitcher. I want a glass of this green.

This space is only open two days a week, for four hours. "I worked 70 hours a week last year and didn't make a profit," says Linsay. I'm doing it different this year. I want it to be about the experience."

There is water boiling on the stove up at her house and she needs to shut it off, but she's hesitant to leave us. Finally, her friend goes off to save the kettle from sure demise.

Beyond the apple tree are the gardens. At the fringe is a teapot tree. It is a huge, weathered branch that Linsay rescued from the saw after a storm. She dug a hole, placed the branch upside down and hung it with kettles— ultramarine blue, yellow, red, white. Maybe these are the ones that didn't make it on her stove.

I do not want to leave. The horses, the water glasses, Sparkle strawberries and Sweetie tomatoes. I do not want to leave this day, this hour, and the way that Linsay rescues things.


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Blogger Louise Gallagher said...

I am grateful you shared this day so I don't have to leave it too!


8:42 AM  
Anonymous Sandra Heska King said...

This sounds lovely! And now I want a teapot tree.

9:03 AM  
Blogger Maureen said...

Delightful post.

The place you describe seems almost of another time; the sense of taking it slow, really being in this world instead of running around it, is strong and urging. It's the way a weekend should be spent - for the experience.

9:08 AM  
Blogger S. Etole said...

a stuga ... yes ... I've heard my aunt speak of such

9:36 AM  
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9:43 AM  
Blogger Sheila said...

I know that feeling of wanting to return to a place before you've left it.

Thank you for taking me to this place--to Linsay's place--today.

9:45 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

Mmmmm. Sounds like a wonderful place to visit--your girls are right! I want it to be about the experience...yes. This captures so much. Isn't that how we should live all of life?

11:16 AM  
Blogger Shaunie @ Up the Sunbeam said...

You make me want to be there too!! It sounds like a wondrous place!

12:27 PM  
Anonymous Monica Sharman said...

This reminds me...
A while back someone gave me mint and basil leaves. I used some right away and froze the rest. Last week I pulled out the leaves from the freezer to make mint ice cream. Turns out, I pulled the basil leaves instead. (BUT, you know what? Turns out basil ice cream is really good! I think I made a momentous discovery. Don't tell Ben & Jerry.)

1:22 PM  
Blogger Linda said...

This was magical L.L. I don't want to leave either. There is a place just like that somewhere in my imagination - the absolute perfect place to spend forever.

4:30 PM  
Anonymous Simply Darlene said...

Kids oftentimes have good ideas, aye?


4:57 PM  
Anonymous kingfisher said...

What a delightful little idyll of a time you will cherish! There aren't too many ideal places around any more! So happy for you that you found one!

God is good -- all the time!

9:10 PM  
Anonymous Anna said...

Your post invites us in, and I want to go there. I'd love to see a picture of that teapot tree.

5:05 PM  
Blogger Laura@OutnumberedMom said...

"I want it to be about the experience." So do I. Today, I can taste that glass of green...

9:44 PM  

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