Far and Clear, How Far and Clear, the Horns of Elfland Faintly Blowing
We munched on the first strawberries in the garden today, hung up colorful big solar lanterns on what will now be known as the Party Tree, thank you Grandpa Tolkien, our pumpkins are putting out huge leaves, we have wee baby peppers growing, and the sunflowers are peeking up bit by bit. I got the alternating bass rhythm right for the first time on my accordion, and my kitten sat primly at my ankle and yowled along with my playing. I am knitting a lace wrap out of gorgeous, corn and pumpkin and new sprouts-colored yarn.
I worked on copyediting Fairyland, and culled the excess pumpkin, zucchini, and magda squash plants.
I've made lemon-cilantro chicken and corn-mango spoonbread for dinner, and we're all going to settle in and watch the new Futurama episodes.
It's a good day. My hair is clean. My dress is too short. There is a sweet-smelling breeze off of the sea, and good wine decanting.
Not such a bad New England showing for a California girl.