~ Thinking about last night in Erquy. So many people relaxed and smiling, strangers looking at and talking to each other, in their faces the thought 'Would you believe it, it's summer already!' The boys of summer leaping from the end of the harbour wall by the little red and white toy lighthouse into the so-many-shades-of -turquoise water, the bright boats in bobbing in rows, people still browsing restaurant menus in the daylight at 10 pm, Irish coffee, hot and sweet in a glass through a straw...
~ A. comes to yoga with a box full of broad beans all for me, I forgot to take my share last week. I shell half of them for tonight's supper.
~ Hoverflies like lobelia.
Poem of the Week, by Suzanne Cleary
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