Field trips in an unexpected world #this weekend

The tadpoles are coming up for air. From the edge of the pond, we can see the bubbles when they touch the surface. Early this morning the beaver were swimming close along the eastern shore. It’s late morning now, with a rare breeze, and a young eagle is riding the thermals, high up.

No, wait — two — they’re large raptors, wings spread and glinting when they turn. We’re wondering whether the tips of their wing feathers are really lighter, or maybe the sunlight’s catching them as they swing around.

One dives batting at the other, and then there are three, five, six … chasing each other and circling so high none of us can tell whether any of the newcomers are turkey vultures. We’re staring up at the aerial show, and none of us, in three generations of cousins, have ever seen anything like it before.

I’m glad we have this time now. This is the living season. It’s the season for field trips and picnics and cold tea with a kick of ginger. Sweet corn is back in the farm stands. The crickets are out, and the air is full of voices.

A few days later, on an afternoon wandering in the Southern end of the county, Ben and Scarlet, my summer interns, brought me to a roadside place I’d never seen before.

The Bistro Box looks at first like the kind of casual summer popup where my chosen grandmother used to take me for fried clam rolls, the kind of place my grandfather would glory in finding on the Maine docks. It’s a takeout window under white pines that look tall enough to have grown for a hundred years, with picncic tables and a box full of frisbees and a smell like a campfire grill.

But the chalk menu involves peach ice cream from Maple Valley Farm, blueberry lemonade with the berries visible in the cup, and truffle fries with parmesan cheese. My hamburger came with a homemade bun and a tang of salt, and Scarlet’s and Ben’s with tomato bacon jam.

And we sat in the shade, mulling over the summer art at the Norman Rockwell Museum, and sharing fries with a grin, until clouds blew in for a few minutes in a dramatic skyscape of light and shadow, and a quick summer shower sent us up to downtown Great Barrington to take shelter in the Yellow House bookstore and talk over their graphic novels …

This weekend …

Berkshire Mountain Bakery in Housatonic offers fresh sourdough bread and pastries along the Housatonic River, above, and the Bistro Box in Great Barrington serves homemade roadside fare under the white pine trees.

Events coming up …

Find more art and performance, outdoors and food in the BTW events calendar.

Daniel Bellow throws a pot on a wheel. Press photo courtesy of the Holiday Shindy
Dec 9 2023 @ 10:00 am
Upcycled and merry community holiday tradition continues with local artisans, authentic farms and magically festive gifts.
A head of garlic rests on a wooden table. Creative Commons courtesy photo.
Dec 9 2023 @ 10:00 am
The Sheffield Farmers Market hold a Winter Market at Dewey Hall on second Saturdays with local food, hot drinks, art and more.
Berkshire Botanical Garden offers plants, swags and crafts at its annual Gallery of Wreathes.
Dec 9 2023 @ 10:00 am
An annual tradition continues at Berkshire Botanical Garden with the Gallery of Wreaths, as many as 100 unique wreaths and an assortment of holiday-blooming amaryllis and paperwhites and more.

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