Sunday, January 31, 2016


It is a quiet day. Wet and quiet -- we wake up to rain. Not the kind that washes away all remaining snow...

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...but the kind that forms water droplets on branches of trees.

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We eat breakfast in the kitchen, just because. The house is freshly cleaned it seems a happy place to settle in for a morning meal.

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The rest of the day? I'm at the kitchen table as well. The tulips keep me company. I read stuff on the computer about photography. (With a break for yoga. The tulips keep me company for that as well.)

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I haven't done that -- read about photography -- for a while and if you do not pay attention, the world of camera technology moves in bold new directions and leaves you behind. (I have always been a reluctant learner of new technology and so I give myself time today. Okay, with another pause for coffee and cookie treats, which, I suppose, is the counter pose to yoga.)

By dusk, I focus on preparing supper.

The young family comes and the farmhouse is quiet no more.

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What's for dinner, grandma?
Pasta with sun dried tomatoes, garlic and arugula. And parmiggiano reggiano.

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One last story for the night...

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...and the little girl goes home and I tidy up and get ready for the week that's before us.