Where did the last month go? As the Newfoundland expression has it: there she is, gone.
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| There was the fire that Andreas made so we could celebrate Solstice. |
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| And then, I loved reading The Big Love: Life and Death with Bill Evans by local author, Laurie Verchomin. |
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| At our book club evening hosted by Chris & Dee Dee, we were all instructed in the fine art of traditional Danish dining, as well as the correct protocol for Aquavit toasts. |
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| The fresh greens in Dee Dee's new garden. |
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| The view of the wetlands from Sjogren's new home. |
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| Then a few days later, the pleasures of a pizza that I made with French brie, caramelized onions, mushrooms, and rosemary ham. |
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| Meanwhile, cruise ships out at sea cruised on past - oblivious to my incredible pizza.. |
Ah, yes. the month of June. Now I know where you went. There you are, gone ...
I love this idea of a pictorial diary of the various happy events that make up a week, a month, a year...and eventually...our lives.
ReplyDeleteI swear I could smell that pizza. Yum