Nice dream
Sep. 3rd, 2009 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42We were at a new local farm owned by people we met at church, looking around their small but very nice selection of fruits and veggies. They had organic apricots that were as big as peaches (supposedly not ripe, even though the felt soft to me), peaches, nectarines, spinach, chard and all sorts of luscious greens.
Their lot looked pretty small walking in, so I wondered whether this was all local, but when I went outside the side door, I saw that it really was a fair sized farm. They also had plants for sale. On one side of the wall they had pots and pots of intersticial wisteria ("Oh, that's what that is!") and rounding the corner, they had beautiful, viney linden berries, some even with big, plump, deep red, shiny berries waiting to be plucked.
I wanted one. I thought it would grow nicely over the western side of the house, even if I needed to plant it in a pot rather than the infertile dirt by the driveway.
Walking around further, I saw they had a stable. With horses. I went to get a closer look and the wife of the farmer invited me in. I looked around a bit, her busying herself with taking care of the riders in lessons while I peaceably admired the horsies. Then I came to the end stall with the colts. I looked around for the wife and asked whether the foals were born there. She shook her head no. They were brought in at a few months old. Seeing my disappointment, she asked if I wanted to go for a ride.
She brought out Linda, a peaceful, dusty roan, and saddled her up. I had a bit of trouble at first because the reins were hanging loose from Linda's bit, but her pace was smooth enough for me to lean forward precariously and grab them.
And then Linda ran. She wasn't temperamental at all, in fact, she was so docile that I had to be careful not to let her injure herself. But we both enjoyed running along the too-short lane.
After riding around the stable area for a few laps, I felt compelled to stop. But as I went to find Geoff and Babe, the farmer came out and asked why I stopped. I told him it was just a joy ride, and he said there was no reason to stop on their account. He handed me a halter and boosted me up on Linda's bare back. I nudged my heels into Linda's side and off we ran, feeling the wind of movement on our faces.
While riding, I thought of apple picking season descending on us, and wondered how to use all the apples that would come. And then I thought of the luscious greens. Apple and spinach pie, came to mind. Apples and spinach and cream cheese under a biscuit crust...
Upon waking, I thought that apple-spinach quiche might be very yummy. Yummier still might be apple-kale quiche with cheddar cheese and a pecan flour crust. More greens and apples than eggs and cheese...
Something to try, anyway.
Their lot looked pretty small walking in, so I wondered whether this was all local, but when I went outside the side door, I saw that it really was a fair sized farm. They also had plants for sale. On one side of the wall they had pots and pots of intersticial wisteria ("Oh, that's what that is!") and rounding the corner, they had beautiful, viney linden berries, some even with big, plump, deep red, shiny berries waiting to be plucked.
I wanted one. I thought it would grow nicely over the western side of the house, even if I needed to plant it in a pot rather than the infertile dirt by the driveway.
Walking around further, I saw they had a stable. With horses. I went to get a closer look and the wife of the farmer invited me in. I looked around a bit, her busying herself with taking care of the riders in lessons while I peaceably admired the horsies. Then I came to the end stall with the colts. I looked around for the wife and asked whether the foals were born there. She shook her head no. They were brought in at a few months old. Seeing my disappointment, she asked if I wanted to go for a ride.
She brought out Linda, a peaceful, dusty roan, and saddled her up. I had a bit of trouble at first because the reins were hanging loose from Linda's bit, but her pace was smooth enough for me to lean forward precariously and grab them.
And then Linda ran. She wasn't temperamental at all, in fact, she was so docile that I had to be careful not to let her injure herself. But we both enjoyed running along the too-short lane.
After riding around the stable area for a few laps, I felt compelled to stop. But as I went to find Geoff and Babe, the farmer came out and asked why I stopped. I told him it was just a joy ride, and he said there was no reason to stop on their account. He handed me a halter and boosted me up on Linda's bare back. I nudged my heels into Linda's side and off we ran, feeling the wind of movement on our faces.
While riding, I thought of apple picking season descending on us, and wondered how to use all the apples that would come. And then I thought of the luscious greens. Apple and spinach pie, came to mind. Apples and spinach and cream cheese under a biscuit crust...
Upon waking, I thought that apple-spinach quiche might be very yummy. Yummier still might be apple-kale quiche with cheddar cheese and a pecan flour crust. More greens and apples than eggs and cheese...
Something to try, anyway.
