Friday in photos

A tiny breakfast. Both of us feel like last night's Chinese dinner had enough food in it to keep us going for at least a week.






I panic that I did not get enough food. I dash to the store for a pound more shrimp and another baguette and another pie. Then I pick up Snowdrop who discovers the baguette and makes me feel glad that I have a second one. Amazing how well she can articulate the word baguette. I swear there's a French accent to it!






Ever since we swept up her crumbs in the coffee shop, she reminds me that she is ready to do this at home as well.






I am lucky: she decides to have a very long nap today. I get half the dinner cooked while she is resting. The reward for her when she wakes up: freshly sauteed shrimp, heirloom tomatoes, cucumbers, fruit.






Reading one of her favorite books.






Rain, she'll tell me. And she is correct: we had quite the downpours in the past twelve hours.






A favorite post nap activity -- get up on our bed and play with my beads. Mostly amber from my Polish past and one or two strands of something inconsequential. She loves it all.






Snowdrop goes home, I cook up the rest of the meal. Shrimp dish ready. Chicken thighs and drumsticks, stewing in wine. And couscous -- a real mystery to our Chinese visitors -- rice? no, not rice... They examine it very carefully.






The weather is good enough for us to open up the porch and use the table there in addition to the two tables we set up in the kitchen. Just enough room for everyone to have a place to put his or her plate down. And to move between the indoors and the outdoors.






On an impulse, I bring out a bottle of Islay whisky at the end of the meal. Perhaps they liked it. I know I enjoyed having a wee dram in their company.

It was a very good day!