The end of summer in Vermont is conflicted. The gardens are bursting from all the rain and this tardy sunshine. The sun flowers are grinning and bobbing their heads looking like summer herself. They are huge and cheerful and we are filling vases with them all over the house. The tomatoes are finally red, hiding one minute behind a leaf, a quiet dash of orange, and the next jumping out leaving you wondering how in the world you missed this red ripe thing only last evening. And the flower gardens look like they are posing for a catalog. Everything is in full and glorious bloom, only it’s 52 degrees here this morning and the tops of the mountains are beginning to be tinged with red. I needed a sweater in the garden before breakfast and who eats watermelon when they feel chilled?
By mid day it will likely be pushing 80. These thirty degree shifts give me whiplash and everybody I know has a little bit of a cold. Nobody is really and truly sick, but we are all passing around this little bug that makes us feel colder than we are. And yet the counter is covered with tomatoes in red yellow, black and orange, and there is a pile of zucchini that is just waiting to be split and ladled with a little olive oil and Parmesan before spending a few minutes on the grill.
The flower gardens are a riot of color. The lavender is fading just a bit into a twilight of purple and sage. But the roses are big and flashy and they smell so sweet that the whole place smells like a party. There are Black Eyed Susan’s and every kind of Violet. There are these big lacy red things that looked pretty in those winter seed brochures and looks even prettier out there now. Darned if I remember what they were called. We still have all kinds of Lilies and there is Cock’s Comb next to Zinnias and all colors of Daisy. The whole thing looks giddy and happy like autumn is but a distant worry.
The land around us seems to know that there are real celebrations going on. It has been the week of the Democratic convention which is like the Super Bowl around here. My candidate didn’t win, but Barack Obama broke a different glass ceiling for African Americans. Last night was a monumental moment in American history whether Senator Obama was your first candidate or not. And then he and Hillary each got more votes than any other primary candidate in presidential political history. She at least cracked our ceiling and made its shattering something we could all imagine anyway.
Now comes John McCain aiming another shot with Sarah Palin. She will be the first woman at the top of the ticket in 24 years. She and I don’t share much political ideology, but our lives are now forever connected. When the time comes I will vote my interests, but today I celebrate and honor John McCain with his intention to be on the right side of history. Her place on their ticket is an historic moment for all of us and a joyful one for women of ideologies different than mine. . Perhaps it is a transparent bid to get Hillary supporter’s to switch. But he could have made other political choices, like an African American, or some other niche group whose votes he wants to court, including another white man from Michigan or Pennsylvania. But he did this instead, and I am grateful for it.
This is a moment that asks us to pay attention. We are less a bunch of red and blue states right now than we are all Americans sharing this historical stage. Neither side has the market on patriotism this morning.
When I am really worried or really happy I bake bread. In the winter the smell of rising dough makes everyone feel warm long before the oven gets hot. And while no one wants to make the kitchen hot in summer, if you can get it in early enough, there is something extra special about homemade bread alongside the freshness of the garden. Tonight we will have a bread and tomato salad with just picked berries in homemade ice cream for dessert. We will celebrate with a red white and blue supper on our table because the gardens aren’t the only thing blooming. History is bursting out all over….
It is a time to pay attention.
(Tomato and Bread Salad)
Cut up a loaf of good crusty bread into bite sized chunks
Toss with olive oil and garlic. Spread on a greased cookie sheet and toast at 350.
Toss the resulting croutons with 8 tomatoes preferably several different varieties also cut into bite sized chunks.
Add a jar of drained capers.
Add twenty or thirty oil cured olives…(those deep purply black wrinkled Italian kind) cut into pieces.
Add many fat leaves of barely chopped fresh sweet basil.
Lightly toss with a good Balsamic Vinegar.
This is lunch all by itself and with a little grilled tuna on the side it is a perfect summer supper.
This race really is amazing, isn’t it. No matter who wins it will truly be historic!
I like what you said about the Presidential Race. Of course the right wing does not please me, but McCain has made an historic turn and whereas I applaud him for that, I get that ooky yucky feeling about “playing the cards right” to get votes.
Your picture of the land is priceless in it’s poetry. You make me want to move to Vermont from the plains of the United States of America. One of my goals in life it to take a fall bike riding trip in Maine and Vermont. Maybe I’ll stop by and we’ll have lemonade on the porch and talk politics and eat fresh vegetables. Always while visiting…..
Buon Appetito! I can just smell that bread…don’t forget the vino rosso!
I have been so loudly critical of Sarah Palin.But you are right. She’s a Governor after all and this is a big deal for another kind of women and isn’t that the whole point. I will celebrate her for a couple of days before I go back to bashing them
This is a moment that asks us to pay attention.
Beautifully and perfectly said. I watched Obama’s nomination speech with tears in my eyes and my heart swollen with pride and awe. And while I disagree with Sarah Palin on, well, every last position I’ve read she holds (ha) I am in complete wonder that either way this goes, we will make history. Yeah!
p.s. GORGEOUS tomato picture!
I am mistrustful of the red white and blue, but I want to feel this thing on both sides as you do. I condemn the other side for calling those of us who opposed this war unpatriotic, but then they nominate a woman who believes differently than I do, and I am right there slamming them for being political. It’s all political and at least we got one of us up there. I am going to toast her tonight and I’ll toast Senator McCain too. He did have other choices….shit. You are right. He did
I agree on Sarah Palin. I’m not conservative in the least, but I think it a monumental step…
My sunflowers are finally blooming, too. They’re the first thing I’ve ever planted (truly) and to see them bloom is so exciting.
It can’t actually be nearing the end, summer, can it?
Yes, bingo. She is a Governor. She has little foreign policy experience, but she does have huge energy experience. Obama has no governing experience, but he served on the armed services committee for a year. If she were a man we’d be hearing more about her energy policies and governing experience. I am a liberal and agree with none of her politics, but by golly this is a big deal and we liberal women better help champion her right to be there.
Mmm the smell of freshly baked bread.
I’m feeling historical because I was with you when you discovered the bread salad and tasted your first batch. I’m afraid I can’t credit John McCain with anything but low motives in choosing Palin. We’re paying for our relatively mild August with a blistering September so far. This morning it was so hot and humid at 6:00 AM that our sliding glass doors were covered with condensation. I’ll take pushing 80 any day!
Oh I wish I could like Ms Palin- she even has a child with Down Syndrome which gives her an edge for me to love- but wow- her positions are distasteful and hard to swallow!
Mighty Morphin' Mama
Your descriptions leave me breathless and hungry. Your dinner sounds perfectly lovely, I feel the need to go bake bread. I love that yeasty smell!
I have been trying with great desperation to avoid discussing Palin online because … well … the pick frightens, enrages, and confuses me all at the same time.
I should probably leave it at that.
OK, you just motviated me to bake bread today. Granted, I’ll use the bread machine and maybe even a boxed mix if I don’t have some yeast around here- but it makes me feel domestic none the less!
OMG…I just simply sort of hate her. It is a visceral reaction for me. But I too am weirdly glad that there are women like her. Somehow it makes more room for women like me