Celebrating 31, at Blue Heron in Sunderland. Porchside diner à deux on a sultry eve of the summer solstice. Sweet clams, tuna tower tartare with fresh snowpeas and pickled cukes from nearby gardens. Backroads home, tents erected for the Strawberry Festival in Hatfield. Along River Road, lots of places to pick your own at dusk. Farmstands brimming with late Spring rhubarb, lettuce, beets. Pink sky in the West, still light at 9. Longest days the best. Looking forward to another fête at Gramercy Tavern in NY soon. But, what could be wrong with this?