Red Fire Farm

I'm wishing there were a farm share pick up today, like Wednesdays ought to have, so instead I offer photos from a visit to the farm back in June (June 18, to be precise).

The share includes some pick-your-own things, and the Boston folk can pick lots at once, since we're unlikely to make it out to Granby all that often. Happily, theora offered to drive us (in a Prius; they take some getting used to, even as a passenger!). Once we got there, we picked peas. Eight pints of peas, to be precise.

This is a view of most of the farm buildings over the pea fields. There's a garage on the far left; that's a neighbor across the street.



Then we walked back to the strawberry fields (*pauses for ob Beatles moment*), which are back towards the trees, after the bend in the road.



We each picked ten quarts of strawberries. They're little ones, not the huge sort found in the supermarket, so it took a while. We picked and picked and picked, happy to breathe strawberry-scented air.



Once the work was done, we looked at the non-plant denizens of the farm( : bees, goats, and chickens. )

Aurélia's Oratorio

I scored last-minute comped tickets to tonight's opening night performance of Aurélia's Oratorio (Aurélia Thierrée and Victoria Thierrée Chaplin*) at the ART. It's... I'm not sure what it is, exactly. The closest thing I can think of is Cirque de Soleil, with a lot fewer performers, and a lot more clothing play. In fact, fabric was central to this, whether it was the performance silks, the dresses the man danced with, the elaborate robes of the sedan chair bearers, the "snow" that kept falling and falling, the curtains that had such fantastical properties, or the clothes that kept being changed, sometimes worn by two people at once. With a smaller side obsession with tassels (I totally grok that).

The show is a mixture of contortion, dance, silks, puppetry, physical humor, music, and random bizarreness. ( Read more... )