The past few days have been sweltering in New York--I hope it is the last big heat wave of the summer. The temperature should break during the night, and then we'll have a few, welcome days of rain.
Yesterday I braved the heat and went to the Union Square Greenmarket, which I like to visit on Wednesdays. It was pleasantly empty; I think most people decided to stay inside instead of sweating under the tents. But as a result, I was able to select the best bunch of kale and sort through the entire crate of peaches. I treated myself to a thick bundle of wildflowers and two different types of microgreens. The chanterelles are finally in season--they are my favorite mushroom.
I walked slowly home from the farmer's market. I could barely fit the flowers and the kale in my tote bag, and the bananas and three mangos I picked up at Whole Foods weighed me down. But I was so happy with all the things I'd found at the market, and I wanted to enjoy the feeling of returning home with my arms full. I thought about which jar I wanted to use for the flowers, and how I couldn't wait to tell my boyfriend about the chanterelles. I hoped I wasn't crushing the peaches as I walked.
There's a beautiful garden between two of the university faculty housing buildings. It looks like it's private, but it's not. It feels like a European garden more than a New York City park, and I love how with just a few steps I can feel transported thousands of miles. It's full of beautiful flowers and plants, and it has a bubbling fountain. It wasn't out of my way, but it felt like a big detour and special treat to pause to enjoy the space.
There's a tiny strip of forest right next to my apartment building, and I never sit in it. I had a few minutes to spare, and indulged myself again. I smelled my flowers. I cuddled my peaches. I opened the brown paper bag with my precious chanterelles and lay in the grass and everything smelled like earth.
The heat made everything feel like a dream, like I could swing my legs over a fence and enter a forest where mushrooms grow next to pea greens and no one ever complains about the temperature.
Today I asked my boyfriend to pick up some fresh pasta, and we sautéed our mushrooms in olive oil with some garlic. It tasted like yesterday. I can't wait to wake up to the rain tomorrow.