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Ted’s Tip No. 162

Farmers markets often are brimming with other level produce you would never find at the grocery store. Case in point, celery. This head was so deep green and overflowing with leaves that it became the centerpiece for Sunday night supper before being called into action for all sorts of dishes this coming week.



 

 

Limelight Hydrangea Love

Flower Friday brings us a bouquet of limelight hydrangea from in front of the house. Little did the former owner Scott know when he planted them that the green would fit right into our color scheme oh so many years later. I am like a kid in a candy store having the bushes in full bloom when we are here. TPS cuts them for me, I cut them. They are scattered all about the house in every room. This bundle wins the prize on this sunny morning. I am resting up for the big buying show in the city that begins Sunday. Sending tons of August love to you all from the Hudson Valley! T2+B



 

 

Dining Al Fresco

If you are a regular blog post reader of mine, you know dining outside is a big deal to us. Just something about breaking bread under the sun or moon that tugs at my heart strings. Sharing a meal with those you love rates pretty high on my list, indoors or out, but feeling the wind or hearing the waves bumps up the specialness. Whether it be a simple or grand table, or a blanket, or a park bench, enjoy a lunch or drinks or supper in the great outdoors on one of these beautiful days. It does the soul good.



 

 

A Plum Still Life

The plums at the first farm stand we stopped at kind of blew me away they were so beautiful. I knew they would be grand sitting in a glass bowl on the counter for all to enjoy before becoming part of a chicken dish where they will get baked alongside green olives. Funny story about the bowl. I bought it during our May stay a few months ago at my beloved Red Chair on Warren in Hudson. I had eyed it before and that was the time to make it ours. Home it came and I was so excited. Quickly upon arriving at the house it got unpacked and went right into the sink to wash. It was actually a pedestal bowl, and within seconds I accidentally hit the bottom of the pedestal against the wall of the sink and snap! Off it went. Hugely lucky it was a clean break and the bowl portion was unscathed. Our ‘use it and love it and if it breaks so be it’ policy went into play within moments.



 

 

A Sense of Place

We arrived back to Hawthorne on Sunday eve, the lions and hydrangea welcoming us with open arms. The humid heat literally wrapping itself around us as if a hug. The embrace of the seasons is a major love for us of this place, which never disappoints. While the bedrooms are air conditioned, the rest of the old farmhouse is not, so the hum of fans and the breeze blowing about is the song for the day. We spent the morning driving from farm stand to farm stand picking up provisions. The abundance quite something. Some of these family farms have been selling produce for close to a hundred years. History swirls about us at every turn. Our first night back in August is always supper of corn on the cob alongside a big plate of tomatoes. After dinner theatre on the back porch watching the fireflies along with the symphony of cicadas, frogs and crickets.



 

 

The Peonies Keep On Going

The peonies that flew back with us from Hawthorne to Seattle still going strong. The ruffly, fluffy goodness such a gift as we pass by the vase filled with them on the dining table. Quite hard to keep our eyes off of them while we sit enjoying our meals. The moment you open the front door the scent envelops you. They just had to be our Flower Friday blooms. A lovely, lovely week-end ahead to you all.



 

 

Shadows and Light

Caretaker Bill sent us the above shot a few days after we left last week to show us all the peonies dancing. The image also caught that amazing Hudson Valley light it is so known for. The trees creating all sorts of shadows. The below I clicked on Sunday out on the island. The scented geraniums went crazy when we were away, filling up the tub. This West Coast edition of the shadows and light doing all sorts of lovely things on the shed and hazelnut shell laden courtyard.



 

 

The Case of the Traveling Peonies

They made it! The peonies I plucked right as we were leaving Hawthorne made the cross country flight and are being enjoyed on the dining table at The Gainsborough as I type. They are our Flower Friday blooms of the week. Boy were those little guys ready for a fresh cut and a big drink, but other than that, they were serious troopers. I cut them and instantly wrapped the bottoms of the stems in a wet paper towel, then wrapped them tightly in a ziplock bag so the stems stayed surrounded by the moisture. I carried them in my L.L. Bean bag on the plane and they sat perky in the middle seat for the flight. Our meals at the table a fluttery symphony of color & scent.



 

 

A Single Peony Farewell

We head back to Seattle later today and the peonies in front of the house are moments away from exploding open. I cut a bunch to fly back with us like we did last year in hopes they make the journey unscathed. The one I posted yesterday is the one above. It opened up the other morning for us. The diva of the peony show, getting all the attention and we are loving every minute of it. Merci for following along on this stay. July is our 5th year at Hawthorne. It has been such a treat having many of you readers see the house blossom over those years. A home evolves. Just like we all do. Back in August for all that sultry heat… XO, T2+B



 

 

A Collection of Vintage Bottles

A collection can be really anything. My main thought with a collection is that is makes the collector happy. There is the thrill of the hunt, then there is the elation of living with your finds. Integrating them into your life. Certainly a collection can just live on a shelf and be enjoyed visually. But I like to use our collections in our day to day. This Hawthorne stay we have been loving using some of the vintage bottles we have collected over the years. Some are French, some from England and many snatched up on trips throughout the US over the years. They most always are quite thick and I am most happy when they are embossed with letters. Often they have the place where they are made, as well as the name of the maker. Our love of letters & fonts comes out in this collection. Putting them into action is the most fun part. A bloom, a stem of leaves, herbs–they all get top billing. This stay I lined them up behind the kitchen sink and used things from around the property. Little hits of color to catch the eye as you wash up dishes or cook away.