Hi, private readers!
Friday night was lovely, Diane over for wine and smoked cheese. Taking movies of Bob and Marie's girls. Seeing hints of summer as we tumbled to the ground to rest, looking up at dark pines against the twilight blue sky.. Then later, Pete over for Vanilla Sky. I woke up to a dream that left me flat - snuggling with Pete he admitted he met someone new, and lied about who I was so she wouldn't worry. How kind (snidley). Yet this is not the Pete I know. Pete is forthright. His reaction to the dream, =:-O

After talking to him it was better. This morning was pleasant. The sun is out, and the birds are signing. People are still. Even online, and I am grateful for a little peace this morning! After my coffee, I made breakfast. Honey Wheat english muffins oven-toasted at 400, then turning the oven off, put them back in with butter and Maine Blueberry Jam, from Diane's last trip to Newport! Thanks Diane, It really DID taste like Maine! Muffins and pulpy orange juice in hand, I took a few moments to sit at my ebony dining table with striped pale yellow and pale green cloth napkins and a few pages of Under the Tuscan Sun.