This is transition week. Next Monday teachers report back to work. This is the week I’m torn by what to do. Do I sit and relax? Do I frantically finish summer projects? Do I “set my face toward Jerusalem” and dig into school work? All of the above? None of the above? (None of the above involves emotional paralysis from the inability to choose.)
So far I’ve been combining tasks. All summer I’ve been soaking up books. The past couple of weeks I’ve been priming my brain for the classroom by soaking them up in French. I’ve finished two novels and am currently working through Suite Française. I had read it in English a few years ago. It affirms me to be able to just pick it up and enjoy it in French.
Last night I had a linguistic “ah-hah” while reading. In the book, a cat had exited a bedroom and was walking along the gouttière. Being a good lazy reader (don’t pull out a dictionary unless you really, really have to), it wasn’t hard to figure out that a gouttière was a gutter. And if you know that a goutte is a drop, then it’s even easier. Hah! Who needs a dictionary for that? But just because I’m now curious and want to prove myself right, I look it up. Voilà! The English word dates to the 13th century, coming by way of Anglo-Norman which came from the Old French goute which got started way, way back with the Latin gutta which, interestingly enough, is how they pronounce it today in New England. (Part of my back to school transition involves thinking of my colleagues, especially my buddy from Maine who is mad at me because I am being relocated into his spacious classroom and he is being put into my closet of a room.)
This morning we awoke to gouttières whooshing with rainwater. We drove down to Towson, our arrival at daughter and son-in-law’s house coinciding with a deluge. One of their goutières, experiencing a leaf cloggage, spilled rivers of water out front, flooding the front walk. I should have just removed my sandals, but I deluded myself into thinking that my umbrella would keep me dry. We all pondered the weather. What to do? Enjoy a cup of tea or brave the rain? Sit it front of Doppler radar all day? Is it worth going out in to go to the library–with a baby? Will I be able to plant my fall seeds?
We did have a cup of tea. On my way home the rain had stopped, the sun was trying to shine, and there was enough blue to make a Dutch boy’s suit. Back in the day, my grandmother Noona didn’t need Doppler radar to make her plans. She always said that the weather would clear if there was enough blue to make a Dutch boy’s suit. Admittedly, that’s a little vague. How much blue do you need to make this suit? And how big is the Dutch boy? Is he, to use another Noona-ism, “the size of a minute”? That boy wouldn’t need a very big suit. But that’s the charm of it. If you are sure you have enough blue, then the weather is surely clearing.
There is definitely enough blue. I can now safely harvest some lemon verbena without floating through the yard. Then I’ll make the lemon verbena sherbet that my mouth has been watering for and I will savor some while I continue with Suite Française. Planting seeds can wait ’til tomorrow, along with a trip out to purchase school supplies.
Lemon Verbena Yogurt Sherbet
I found this recipe, from Jerry Traunfeld, at www.herbcompanion.com. It is amazingly delicious. And easy!
2 cups lemon verbena leaves
2 cups whole-milk yogurt
1 and 1/2 cups sugar
1 and 1/2 cups lemon juice
1 and 1/2 cups water
Purée lemon verbena, sugar, and water in blender on high speed. Whisk together yogurt and lemon juice in a mixing bowl. Strain lemon verbena mixture into the yogurt mixture through a sieve. Whisk until smooth. Process in ice cream maker until slushy. Transfer to storage container and freeze until scoopably firm.