What a Weekend!

New England doesn’t often enjoy my idea of good weather–70s, breezy, sunshine, no humidity.  For the last four days, though, my little corner of the northeast had perfect weather. 

On Friday, I watched Neal’s best friend take down our red oak that was hanging over a neighbor’s house.  I’ve glanced at tree monkeys at work before; this was the first time I saw the whole process.  It was impressive, to say the least. 

We spent the rest of the day putting in my kitchen garden.  I moved my rock collection from my bookshelf to the garden as well; they’re meant to be outside, and if I lose some of the smaller rocks, well, at least they’ll be in my garden.

As a result of all that outdoor work, I spent most of Saturday on the couch.  I hadn’t thought about my severe allergy to oak trees as I studied the work being done.  I had hoped to go to the MA sheep and woolcraft fair, but there was no way I could handle the drive. 

I felt better on Sunday, and joined Blog-free Kim for a run in the morning before I prepared a lunch for my parents.  I was pleased with the food: quinoa with sea scallops (Neal was in charge of the scallops–I don’t "do" seafood or meat), asparagus with a peach and balsamic vinaigrette,  strawberry and spinach salad, fresh lemonade (so refreshing and simple!), and a strawberry rhubarb crisp.  It was springy and festive.

Yesterday, I re-read my favorite speech from Shakepeare, which never fails to make my heart pound.  I love Shakespeare’s Henry V, and I love Branagh’s rendering of the speech.  The New York Post printed it on Memorial Day 2002, and I’ve had it posted on my refrigerator ever since.  I’d long loved the play and speech, but now.  Now it reminds me in a meaningful way to be grateful for those men and women willing to risk their lives for my freedom.

Thanks again to everyone who played along with my contest.  I’ll compile a movie list to share with all of you soon.