I’m feeling a little blissed out by my life, and a lot of it has to do with this farm, in Cold Spring. I’ve posted about it before, so I’m not going to detail the amazing work they do to support small farms or their amazing eggs. (Okay, maybe just a little: The eggs are all different shades of baby blues and serene greens and their intense orange yolks give my food a whole new hue...not to mention the taste.) But what has me really smiling is the sheep-shearing event they hold every year. The sheep were shorn, a jarring experience best described by my four-year-old, who said: “I don’t think they want to get their haircuts.” The farm organized old-school events for kids like potato-sack races and butter making. Lunch was served by Glynwood’s old stone estate, which also housed wool spinning and an amazing felt artist. The whole event felt a little like we were living inside a movie about a small mid-western farming town in the 50s. (Glynwood asked to use some of my images for their new blog, you can see them here and here.)
I felt the same way at my first Cold Spring farmer’s market, nearly three years ago. Beautiful children (because, as you see from this blog, kids in this village are just gorgeous, no?) sat on haystacks watching a blue grass band. Seriously? (I may have been a little more cynical back then.) Three years later, the market opened with a mini petting zoo (baby sheep! baby bunnies! baby chicks!) and new stands, like the one that offers super spicy vegetarian black bean tamales. And the start of the farmer's market means one more thing: Market Pizza at Angelina's! They basically throw whatever they find at the market (super hot peppers, local cheese, tons of veggies) on their crispy crust and serve it until they run out. Summer in Cold Spring (okay, it's not summer, but with this 90-degree heat, who are we kidding?) has arrived and I'm feeling blissed out.
And another reason for my recent bliss is this:
The Sunset Reading Series is held in a old chapel overlooking the Hudson and organized by the amazing Ivy Meeropol and Becca Tighe with the help of the freakishly talented Jeff McDaniel. If you haven’t seen him read, your life is lacking, trust me. (Ordering one of his collections might help with that.)