The Eye Of The Beholder
Our buddleia is covered with butterflies in the morning. I stand under the bush sniffing the sweet scent that brings the velvety creatures so close that I could touch them, if I had the time to be really patient. I wish I did, but the kitchen calls me insistently.
We have 21 people coming for dinner tomorrow, to celebrate American Independence Day. So naturally I’m a little busy. Later we’ll see how beautifully it all turned out, but right now we’re up to our ears in pots and pans and tomorrow seems stunningly soon. At moments like this, or really just for no special reason at all, it’s a calming thing to contemplate the beauty around me. It’s a celebration of my independence: instead of doing dishes I’ll take a moment to watch butterflies.
We can’t see the Dentelles de Montmirail from here, so I can’t choose to be mesmerized by them today, but we did see them recently, and they were just this spectacular.
When it’s almost too hot to eat the garden offers up bowls full of flowers. Almost too hot, I said, because of course we always do eat, even when it’s hard to find anything that’s ready to eat in a kitchen where everything is simmering and roasting. You might wonder why I’m roasting and simmering when it’s about 900° out, and frankly, so do I, but that’s just how it is. Oops, that extra 0 was a Freudian slip, but I think I’ll just leave it there, cuz that’s how hot it feels.
And when there’s nothing particular to eat in a kitchen swimming in food, I can at least remember this beautiful plate of who knows what. If you know what the wrinkly green ball please do tell, although I don’t think it’s edible..
As the day goes on and heats up to its full summer potential, I move more and more lethargically. But when the lavender fields are slow to bloom, the poppy fields step right up. Everything in its time, that’s the lesson there, and beauty has its own time zone. Yeah, that’s my excuse.
And finally, when all these beautiful vegetables, and many others like them, have jumped into various dishes and platters, we’ll be ready to welcome our guests and think about independence. In the meantime, if you feel like helping with the dishes, come on over. But if you’re too busy watching butterflies, well, I can’t say I blame you.