The sly Lenore is trying to entice me into throwing the ball. Izzy and Rose are lying in a row behind her, so naturally I grabbed the camera first. The Hound of Love always prevails. And she will make you smile.
Lenore on the top with Rose, Izzy and Frieda (she had a growth removed from her back, nothing serious) were sitting underneath. A cozy group. I ran for the camera, which I should know now to bring.
When I first started “dating” Maria, I told a supermarket cashier about her, and she reminded me to “always remember the little things and you’ll be all right.” So I do. I decided to make a special meal tonight, not sitting around the living room or on the porch, as we usually do, but something special.
So I borrowed beeswax candles from my friend Mary Muncil, who married us, and I drove to the Cambridge Co-Op. Here’s the menu (she doesn’t read my blog, generally, so it’s a surprise). Avocado, sliced. Fresh strawberries with cranberry goat cheese. Hand cut pasta – artichoke in a wheat pasta. Fresh mesculin salad with a light peanut dressing. I told her to go out on the porch to read (she agreed) and I’ll clear the table and put out the candles, and then cookie. Dessert for her is a pecan nut brownie. And we have plenty of wine given us at the wedding. The little things.
I decided one of my weaknesses in photography is portraits. I’m too impatience for people and animals to reveal their inner silence, as Henri Cartier-Bresson used to say. To take a portrait, you just sit around, watch and wait. So I’m doing a Life Of A Sheep series, and I spent an hour up on the hill sitting next to them. Maria joined me and it was sweet. The donkeys came over, and then the sheep just settled in around us. Without Rose or too much moving around, they seemed to absorb us in the midst of their flock.
I don’t really love sheep, but I loved this one, and the way she gazed out at the valley below.
I love the way the setting sun brings colors to life.
Bartleby is growing up, eating grass like a veteran sheep. Getting social with people, obeying Rose. Seems like he and his mom are sweet spirits. We have not decided whether or not to keep Bartleby on the farm in the fall. Probably note.
