08/02/2026
“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more.”
— Sylvia Plath
Blueberries from my garden. We have had a lot of juicy heirlooms tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini from the garden also. Yesterday, we made fire roasted tomatoes and froze them, and I made a batch of refrigerator pickles to try to preserve some of the bounty. Every year, it’s a surprise to us what the garden will produce well (we have had plenty of failures—this year, the birds ate most of the gooseberries and currants).
I love an opportunity to use some of my vintage finds, like this beautiful ironstone platter (rescued from a thrift store in a dirty and neglected state), handless ironstone cup, copper kettle, and antique French glass confiture jar (a splurge purchase, and so worth it).
🔖 cosy vintage scene, fresh blueberries, garden bounty, ironstone platter appreciation
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