Monday, June 16, 2014
We feasted on fresh nectarines, grilled pork loin, potatoes swimming in a sea of saltbutter and Matt's favorite~ blueberry pie, a la mode. All trekked to a secret spot in the woods dubbed The Clay Cauldron for the spot of wet clay that can be dug and shaped and played with at the bottom of the creek trickle. We hauled baskets and blankets and flowers and a lantern all (swiftly and secretly) yesterday afternoon as Matt puttered about, clueless.
It was a glorious feast among ferns and fungi, ending with a gift found in a hobbit hole and a game of hide and seek for all. I sought.
We all decided a Woodland Feast for the Papa is a good Father's Day tradition for every year- but maybe next year we'll forget the 'surprise' part and use the tractor for hauling things into the woods too. It took some gumption to get a load to the woods and get back before the pork needed flipping on the grill.