a walk down blueberry trail
An evening walk down the path known as “blueberry trail” is not one I will forgo when I make my way to the small island of Martha’s Vineyard. On the mile long dirt road where we live there are a few ways of making it to the sea. I cannot recall the year the man-made sandy path was converted into the supported platform walkway that exists today. All I do know is that this year I missed the blueberries but still convinced my Mother and Bessie (neither truly needed much convincing) to head out before sunset and the Dille family’s night festivities.
Here are a few (okay…many) shots for your viewing pleasure.
This sign has been there for as long as I can remember…shhh.
And here we go…
Where the blueberries generally hide.
Not too comfortable barefoot…
Bessie and my mother graciously waited for me as I finished taking photos although we were already running late for cocktail hour.
My father, sister, cousin, and I opted for the famous Black Dog Tavern’s pancakes the next morning. Knowing that the wait would be quite lengthy, I decided to prolong my hunger in order to truly savor the blueberry filled pancakes.
The menu’s copious assortment of pancakes weren’t going to sway me. The first time I had eaten non-vegan all summer was this breakfast of blueberry pancakes. Of course I imagined that these were fresh blueberries I picked and it made it all worth it. The next day I left the island to return to Boston and haven’t felt as at home as I did during that short break I spent with my family in August.
A blurry shot of my pancakes will be followed by my beautiful cousin Julia’s “George of the Jungle Pancakes”…
Next summer I will be venturing back to my old stomping grounds, The Black Dog Cafe, where my sister and I have often shared a gigantic muffin and sipped coffees…. truly scrumptious. Oh, and the sourdough bread is not bad either. My one exception to a nice grainy bread is a classic loaf of sourdough.
On another note, I finished Flaubert’s Madame Bovary today in the Boston Common and the fall leavcs were almost too distracting.
Goodnight…or good morning.