Hi there. I’ve missed you! Where does time go? Only 10 days until the official first day of Summer!
YAY!!! (note to self; must start working on those upper arm exercises but… Yaaay?!)
Much has happened since we last spoke. In my little neck of the woods, our younger son graduated from college. We are very proud of him as he worked almost full time while he was going to school and God knows that’s not easy. In other news, we were also going through a learning process, building a new home, our very first from the ground up. It’s taken about the same amount of time for us, though we’re still waiting for our caps and gowns. I’ve been pretty consumed with the project (gross understatement) but we’re finally within a hair’s breadth of visualizing, if not actually naming our move-in date. There will be some celebrating when we walk through the door to actually sleep there the first night. (I hope my husband isn’t expecting, like, furniture too) Those of you who follow me on Instagram know the house is in the Cape Dutch Style, a form of architecture I’ve always admired. But more on that later.
For now, we’re once again back in beautiful Idaho, escaping the June Gloom that so predictably settles upon Santa Barbara, indeed much of the California coast virtually every June, like a big, grey, wet shawl. Ugh, give me an umbrella and rain any day. If you’re ever planning a trip to Santa Barbara, DON’T come in June and if you do, don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Up here in Sun Valley, the sky is cobalt blue, the changing of the seasons sharp and articulate. Lupines spike everywhere, and peonies sway and swoon in the breeze like tipsy Edwardian ladies under heavy hats.
Our driveway trees shed their delicate white blossoms right before our eyes in less than a week and the ranunculus are Chelsea Flower Show ready.
The river is loud, lusty and a tumultuous muddy brown. Rushing by so fast and choppy it’s hard to imagine any fly fishing or river rafting for several weeks yet.
Yesterday afternoon, dark bruised clouds skirted in over the mountains and hearing a thunderous, deep clap, I ran to the porch hoping to catch our first storm. Instead, I was treated to the site of a massive tree, blackened stump upended, crashing down the river, smashing into boulders as it rushed by as quickly as it came. A humbling glimpse of Mother Nature in frightening full force. Can you imagine being out on a raft and seeing that bearing down on you?? Eeek, let’s not even go there.
Back inside the safe confines of the kitchen, my son and his girlfriend have been cooking up a storm of their own.
Mom’s on crouton and Negroni duty. Two things I happen to excel at 😉 (FYI-Did you know this is National Negroni Week?)
This chicken recipe they made for us, discovered on the site “Not Without Salt” is quick, easy and completely delicious.
Fresh garlic, bacon, lemon rind salt and herbs
Pre-brown an entire chicken
submerge into an oven proof casserole pot with small new potatoes, cover in whole milk, and cook for 90 minutes. Superb. Left-overs possibly even more delicious.
Full Recipe here :
Sun Valley Al fresco
We’ve also been enjoying this luxurious downtime reading (me-Howells’ “Indian Summer”) watching the Stanley Cup Finals, old movies and of course, a little hiking.
A trip to Sun Valley wouldn’t be complete without at least one visit to “The Pio” for cocktails and prime rib!
Hiking in Sun Valley.
Yesterday we drove about an hour north to Redfish Lake for lunch. It’s a lovely old-school type of place, with camping grounds, a little general store, vintage ice boxes, and a big covered porch to set and stay awhile, ponder life, grow good thoughts, watch a summer storm unfurl across the lake, as we once did. I will never forget that smell. Heaven. If I could bottle it I would be Tom Ford.
I do believe it was also on that same trip, driving home, I kept insisting I smelled chicken, only to find when we got home that our younger son had stuffed his shorts with left-over chicken nuggets on the way out of the restaurant. PRE-“Napoleon Dynamite”!
Redfish Lake restaurant
The General Store at Redfish Lake, Idaho
Time goes too fast, doesn’t it?
Here’s hoping everyone’s summer is slow and easy.
It’s nice to ‘see’ you again!