everything was so beautifully green . . .
we said good-bye to nana and nonno this morning and got on the road . .
well, we made a stop first at the beach . .
(she got her feet wet . . she said the water was very cold)
and we stopped at vicki's veggies farmstand for fresh herbs, basil, asparagus and spinach.
and then we stopped at the library in bridgehampton. it had been renovated over a year ago, but we still hadn't seen inside . .
we checked out a book about man o'war by walter farley, and the king in the window, by one of my favorite authors, adam gopnik (he writes for the new yorker).
when we arrived home, greg took the bags upstairs for us while chanda and i went to meet morgana. she was just getting out of chorus. then at home i made pasta with broccoli and cream sauce . . a dish i had been meaning to make before i left. i was inspired by chanda's and my late night dinner at bus stop cafe . .
korrina was home from playwriting. she was very happy as her teacher complimented her on the latest scene pages she handed in. the teacher always felt that korrina had good dialogue, but the latest pages reflected a very real and honest writing voice.
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