Three Things

Summer no-recipe recipes, CSA-day slaws, a triple berry pie

Early on in the month, I decided to lean into the emotional cyclone that is June. Even in normal years, the Lasts fly at me fast —The Last Day of Grade School. The Last Recital. The Last Game. The Last Day Riding the Bus — which is so overwhelming I just end focusing on the plate of foil-covered baked goods I’m delivering to the various parties celebrating the end all of these things. This June, though, THIS JUNE! The universe has upped the ante on me, as I’ve watched my youngest graduate from high school, and those Lasts become something crazier… The Last EVERS. I really made a point to be present and celebrate every little thing, from the final soccer game to the senior in-person prom, to the flying of the caps at graduation. (Good Lord graduations make me weep.) And maybe not surprisingly I sprang up at 2:00 in the morning one night with this stanza in my head:

When to the heart of man
   Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
   To yield with a grace to reason,