Merrily We Roll Along Toward Fall Gardening

Theater

Our area is rich in talent. On Sunday, Laura, my husband and I went to the Oxford Community Center to see Merrily We Roll Along. We went mostly because Laura’s nephew, Sam Stenecker was the lead in the show. And Tally Wilford was the director. Tally manned the light boards for the Avalon production of our play, The Santa Diaries. It’s always fun to see people you know in a show, and I don’t know why I am always stunned at the local talent.

Merrily We Roll Along is a musical with music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. The book is by George Furth. I have to say I’m not a huge Sondheim fan. I don’t find myself humming the melodies, but the lyrics are another matter. The songs and the play made us think about the choices we make in life and the results. The cast was terrific with some exceptional voices. It has been so interesting to watch Laura’s nephew, Sam, mature as a performer. He’s grown from a gangly adolescent into an actor with presence and leading man looks. His acting is top notch and his voice superb.

Directory Tally Wilford has had theater in his blood since he was a kid. At sixteen he founded the Underground Actors. He and his group have been producing plays ever since.

The play starts in 1976 with the characters in middle age at the peak of their careers and moves backwards in time to 1973, 1968 and 1966. We see the choices the characters make which don’t lead them to happier lives. Definitely a play to discuss at dinner after… which we did by enjoying a corner booth at Scossa in Easton. Laura got an order of veal meatballs to take home to her hubby who was getting in later that night from a flight.

Tomatoes That Won’t Quit

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I pulled out the eight Roma tomato plants out of my bed at the St. Michaels Community Garden. Enough is enough. I still have a couple of plants at home, but they are history this weekend. In the meantime I continue to can tomato sauce and gift it to friends.

 

Gardening Rolls Along

IMG_0352Fall plants go in tomorrow. Chard, cabbage, kale, cauliflower, and lettuce. I’ve also planted some seeds, but am hedging my bets with nursery starts. The nights are getting cooler and seed germination gets tricky.

A Neighborhood with Benefits

We used to live in a rural area in the middle of thirty acres. We could see one neighbor across the creek. When we moved to St. Michaels ten years ago, we bought a house in a neighborhood. I wasn’t sure if I’d like having neighbors so close.

Yesterday, late in the afternoon, I was out watering my garden. This isn’t a cicada year, but I could hear the insects that thought it was churring in the trees. Our backyard is planted so it’s quite private. I usually can’t see anyone else, but can hear activity: somebody a few yards away was mowing, the distinctive sound of a weed-wacker came from across the street, and, then, clear as a bell came the four part harmony of a barbershop quartet.

barber shop quartetThis happened twice before on a summer’s evening. The first time I went searching for the singing. I wandered through a neighbor’s yard, peered through fences and finally found a bar-b-que in full sing. This time I shut off the water, sat on my deck, closed my eyes and listened to the music. Living in my neighborhood has unexpected benefits.

Tomatoes and Tunes

The Roma tomatoes at my raised bed in the St. Michaels Community Garden are going to town. That bed gets more sun than my raised beds at home, so I planted eight seedlings. I’m beginning to think that was a couple too many.¬† IMG_0264

This is the fourth time I’ve had a sinkful of tomatoes that needed to get cooked down into sauce and put through the hot water bath canner. I now have twenty-five pints of thick tomato sauce seasoned with Fish peppers, basil, thyme, and oregano (all from my garden) and there’s only two of us. I think tomatoes are going to start going to the food pantry. Plan B would be to keep canning tomato sauce and not plant any tomatoes next year.

Saturday night we took advantage of a free concert in Easton – Amy Black and Sarah Borges singing the music of Muscle Shoals. It was hot, but the Eastern Shore humidity was down and the sun was behind the buildings on the west side of Harrison Street.

IMG_0278It was a rockin’ concert that had people up and dancing in the street, including some wee ones who already had amazing moves. If I’d been closer I would have caught a video on my phone. Laura was slammed with logistics for the new DOD contract or she would have been there with her husband.

We are lucky to live in an area where the arts are so encouraged and appreciated. The concert was sponsored by The Avalon Foundation and the Tidewater Hotel. Harrison Street was full from Dover to Goldsborough.

This next week work begins the task of pulling together information for the speakers at for the Bay to Ocean Writers Conference website. And Eastern Shore Writers Association  member renewals are coming in. I put together the information that goes into the member directory and update the database. August and September are going to be busy. The tomatoes should be finished soon. Thank goodness!