A Strawberry Homecoming
Gradually, gradually, Gorm recovered. In fact, she lived to be fourteen, a respectable age for a dog who had been condemned to death three times in the middle of her life.
hat I admired about Andrea was that she was content to say that she did not know what was wrong with Gorm and suggested that remarkably sensible treatment. I have used it many times since with my various dogs and it always works. That was many years and many dogs ago but Andrea has been my vet ever since, even though I have moved further and further away from her office, which means more travel to get help for my dogs.
One of the problems with Mayday this time had been that she wouldn’t eat. So I made up some of this old remedy and took it up to Mayday where she lay in Westminster. I put it into her dish and she wolfed it down. I left a large container of it for them to feed her. She had lost a lot of weight because of this spell but several days later, her fever was gone and she was ready to come home and resume her life with me and Harriet, her nemesis. I couldn’t wait to get her. She apparently couldn’t wait to come home with me as she pranced in front of the car door, anxious to get back into our routine.
On the way home, I stopped at Homestead and picked out a quart box, overfilled with the red berries of June. At home, Mayday went for a short walk and then headed for the bedroom to settle in her favorite spot. Little Harriet chafed to get to Mayday but I kept Mayday behind a closed door. Mayday was not ready for Harriet’s antics just yet. I washed and hulled the strawberries.
My friends came soon after. After we ate the salad and bread that they brought, I got the flour down from shelf in the pantry and started the biscuits. My recipe calls for sour milk or buttermilk but I use kefir which is like yogurt except you can pour it and it’s wonderful to drink, lightly sweetened. I keep it on hand all the time for various things and this is an especially good use of it as it gives the biscuit an extra lift, preferable to milk. Making biscuit is quick and while they were in the hot oven, I whipped up the cream.
While I was doing this, the rain had stopped and the sun came out, illuminating our world and spilling light across the kitchen floor. It had been so long since we’d seen the sun, we all stopped our chatter and looked out as the light flooded the hayfield, bringing up a thousand shades of green in the hills near and far. It seemed that it was still raining so while I split the biscuits and piled the sliced berries on top, my friends looked to the east for a rainbow.
None was found, though we didn’t look very hard. We were pretty focused on the strawberries and the shortcake. I drizzled maple syrup over the berries, gilding the lily no doubt, and topped it all with the cream. Sun on the field, Mayday asleep on the bed, there was silence as we ate. Harriet, it seems, was the only one not totally satisfied.