My Grandad’s enamel coffee pot accompanied him on his special fishing trips. He always lit up talking about these outings. Somewhere there’s a super 8 of he and his friends laughing, reveling in their day on the water with the sun over their shoulders.
These Icelandic poppies are like a shot of sun. To coax some of these winter beauties, Alice of Bluebird Meadows Farm had to individually open their pods. When I picked them up, they resembled the wrinkled wings of a newly emerged butterfly. The fragrant paperwhites and stock from Wild Scallions Farm are exquisite. You can tell so much care is taken to bring them in January.