This weekend has slipped off the grid of the space and time continuum.

On Friday I slid out of work early because it was my turn to go to the CSA farm and pick up our weekly vegetables and flowers. Ally and I had signed up jointly in September (following my viewing of The Corporation) but then, I was away for two weeks so she had to cover for me and then I was late getting home so T had to cover for me the following Friday and so this was the FIRST time I had gone to pick up the vegetables myself.

Note to anyone thinking they want to join in a partnership with me on any project-- rethink it. Somehow, you will always end up on the short end of the stick. (I think it has to do with the fact that I was the spoiled fourth of five children, but I'll leave the self-analysis to those with thicker sheepskin).

Anyway-- the point is I FINALLY went to the farm for a pick-up and it turns out it was the final harvest. Last pick-up until next Spring.

*sigh*

And it was so magical. So utterly fabulous! There were bags of our veggies all ready for us: fat, gleaming eggplants; bunches of beets and carrots that needed a scrubbing; heirloom tomatoes; acorn squash that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand; fresh lettuces with tiny yellow edible flower blossoms tucked in for good measure; kale; chard; rhubarb, and CRANBERRIES! These bags were loaded.

But still-- we could go out and harvest more if we wanted to. So I picked my own brussels sprouts which I had never done before. (I adore brussels sprouts cut in half and grilled face down in olive oil-- YUM). But had never even seen an actual plant before. And, I still love them, but these plants-- whoooo prime time for a sci-fi movie. Damn weird looking plants. Not that there's anything wrong with that . .

And of course-- best of all-- you can cut your own flowers. It was the end of the season, but still I gathered up enough for the bouquet above.

In a word, my cup had runneth over.

I drove home and got the dogs out for a walk before darkness settled down around us. T had left earlier that afternoon for Maine. It was going to be my first night ever all alone at Soliden.

Whoooo.

And it was. Until at about 4 a.m. a blast of headlights and the sound of spitting gravel wrenched me and the dogs out of deep sleep. The heavy breathing of a truck engine was right below my windows and for a moment I thought, F*CK. HUNTERS??!! SH*T. What do I do?

But then, I looked and it was T. Rain was pounding on the roof. He'd left camp at 2 a.m. and decided to come home.

Nous avons fait la grasse matinee and didn't get going until noon on Saturday which is truly indulgent, but oh so good.

And, therein lies the beginning of how we slipped out of the time and space continuum. Because it continued to rain hard all day and all night and I just bumbled around in my little gray cocoon.

I think there was some watching of movies and some roasting of the vegetables and some sitting in front of the woodstove staring at the fire and some extensive snuggling with the dogs. But it's all a delicious blur.

And today? With any luck, more of the same . . .

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