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halcyon & pastoral
Aug. 7th, 2009 09:19 pmBoy is at camp, apparently adjusting well. (Ah, the age of the web.) Nibs is recovering from the Bomb. I can't remember the last time I was this relaxed. Nibs & I are suddenly being a lot nicer to each other. Nun plan for tonight: sew, read, sleep.
Nun plan for tomorrow night: Merc, followed by TRUST @ Sole Repair. Mm, Riz.
I just harvested about half the apples from one of my trees, and I just ate one whose texture suggested... over-ripeness. On August 7th. Another consequence of last week's record heat? Maybe, but that doesn't detract from the perfection that is apples fresh off the tree. I'm no foodie, but holy cow, can I taste the difference. And to think that as a child in Florida I didn't understand why my father was so crazy about them. He'd probably eaten them the way I just did.
Nun plan for tomorrow night: Merc, followed by TRUST @ Sole Repair. Mm, Riz.
I just harvested about half the apples from one of my trees, and I just ate one whose texture suggested... over-ripeness. On August 7th. Another consequence of last week's record heat? Maybe, but that doesn't detract from the perfection that is apples fresh off the tree. I'm no foodie, but holy cow, can I taste the difference. And to think that as a child in Florida I didn't understand why my father was so crazy about them. He'd probably eaten them the way I just did.
