MORE.

I didn't take photos of the fabulous pizzas made entirely by hand and baked in the outdoor stone oven, enough to serve about forty or fifty of us. Likewise, there is nothing to show you of the spread of other delectable dishes and desserts.  Not one shot of the four kinds of homemade ice cream, Viewer Dear!  You see, there are also no photos of the many Amish co-workers of The Yard Man who attended that work picnic, which happened to be on his birthday.

But just look at this birthday sky, will you?!*
*We were on our way home.
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Partaking of pickles!

Everyone should have such a neighbor (he's ours); the man brought over a snack for our Michigan guests!* 
*The pickles are homemade,with garlic and dill and plenty of yum.

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We should've eaten those eggs!
Wouldn't you know, these half-grown chicks have got that black mama, and that ornery DNA*!

*Hmm.  I'm thinking Chicken-in-a-casserole.
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"Now open wide!" said my  dentist, and the fake mouth responded!
(I've got a dentist with a sense of humor, Reader Dear!*)

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The Yard Man brought home some potatoes from his food co-op.  I scrubbed and baked them and served them up with supper.  But when I cut mine open, I was disappointed.  "I so wish I'd have had these to serve with the purple meal!" I told that man, who was calmly eating his (otherwise) brown and red and green meal.

 

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One morning, a couple days ago, I happened to glance out my kitchen window and see a hummingbird at my kitchen garden.  I flew for my camera, and she flew, too.*

*Away
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SNAPSHOTS and TALKIES

Almost a month's worth, Viewer Dear!
Mostly pictures, hardly any elaboration.
Except to say that twice we went to Philly, The Yard Man and I.
First trip:

I wanted to go to that little shop where I previously purchased eyeglasses, many years ago.  It's time for a new pair, I had been thinking.  So it was our first stop.  I tried on frames after frames.  When I finally picked out a pair, The Yard Man was next door buying a bagel with cream cheese. They all looked good, he'd  said (I'm talking here about the glasses frames, though I'm sure he felt the same way about the bagels).

Then we did lots of walking.  We went to that market on Market Street and that market on South Street.

We saw food.  Lots and lots of food.  And we, uh, ate food, too. Lots and lots of food.                                                

However, we did leave some for others to enjoy.

We saw street artists,
the Delaware River,
and numerous interesting shops.


We stayed until dark.





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The next weekend, The Yard Man had a birthday!



Oh, the celebrations!

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Here's a lazy Sunday afternoon at the horse pasture:
The weather was a perfect ten.  It was The Yard Man's idea--take some chairs and a blanket and books, spend an hour or two here where the sun and the breeze and the view of the trotting horses was idyllic.

I trained my camera on the horses exactly twice, Viewer Dear.
Dear, dear. I really didn't care for the outcome of the first filming, which is why I waited patiently while those three equine  wandered off, then ran with the wind in their manes, then meandered back to the spot near the blanket.  Then I took the second clip.

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Apple harvest!

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...continuing...
...er, later...

ONCE MORE, WE'RE BACK

in business, Reader Dear!  Which just means that my ornery laptop has been toted home from the Best Buy store yet again, virus removed.  Now I've got a whole logjam of photos to unwind.

I. Last Monday's nighttime tableau starring the effulgent moon is all I can manage to show you at the moment.  My Small Actor and I had a terrific view of it from the little bench on the balcony.
"No, no!" The Small Actor protested to his dad, when he arrived to whisk him home to bed.  "We can't go yet, Daddy!  The sky show is not finished yet!"

II.  …to be continued

LIFE, IT'S SO UNCERTAIN

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"There's some mold on my bathroom ceiling," the tenant said. "It's not too bad, but it might get worse."

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THICK, HEAVY,

stacked-up, backed-up procrastination.
I wish it weren't so.
There were also, of course,
the trials and tribulations
of internet travel.
Stops by the wayside.
Vehicle breakdown.
Things crawling to a complete halt.