a new visitor

My creation

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so tiny

she could fit in the palm of my hand

nibbling on the clover near the tall grass

wonder where her mother is?

taking it to the streets

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it seems that my son Andy and some friends from the Opera Orchestra
have formed a string quartet
and last night, on a night off from the theater,
they took their music to the streets of Cape Cod
Woods Hole and downtown Falmouth
they played for fun
but soon discovered that their instrument cases were filling up with $$$
which of course was an extra added bonus!
they are looking forward to playing again tonight
as apparently a restaurant owner asked if they could come back
and play in front of his place for his patrons.
so if you are in Falmouth tonight
listen for the music!

summer eats

good morning!

 

this summer has brought a change of pace

especially in the kitchen

I love to cook
but during these hot months…
not so much
although I do occasionally bake a dessert or two
and since there are just 2 of us at home now

suppers here lately consist of small plates
and lots of fruit and veggies
my new favorite is grilled bok choy
marinated in herb olive oil
and drizzled with balsamic vinegar

sometimes, like this past rainy weekend

we do an indoor picnic

a crusty ciabatta

cheeses, prosciutto, assorted olives

and wine

come the fall

I know I’ll be itching to cook up some comfort foods

but right now

I’m enjoying this little lifestyle change

 

 

 

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colorless

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bright spot

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black and white
on a cloudy summer day

in late July

can you believe it’s almost August?

hope

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

~Emily Dickinson