waiting

…for summer. For dinner. For soup. For bread. For better weather.

(on Ed’s motorbike, as the rain clouds pulled in on what is a record breaking cold July day)





(even though the corn stalks tell us summer’s in full swing)





We did get wet out there on the road. But, a warm haven of a place (La Baguette) was just a short ride away. And their bread was just out of the oven. (As always.) And their coffee was rich and hot.





And the people watching was thoroughly enjoyable.

(watching others wait for warm soup)





(and then watching them eat it, with zest)