milly, deviled eggs, wash the cat again, and pics from vermont

 

it was another warm day. milly was not happy that she had to wear her sunshirt, but her fur is thin on her back and we don't want her to get sunburned. she looks quite pitiful here, doesn't she? povera milly!

i don't have any other photos of our walk. no tulips, magnolias, or daffodils today. i noticed that the redbud trees are beginning to sprout, and the cherry trees went from bare to bursting! i think i should get out with my camera tomorrow . . 

i did buy a delicious and refreshing peach iced tea at fellini . . and milly was not neglected. she snacked on the treats i had in my pocket while i sipped my tea.

greg made deviled eggs from the leftover dyed easter eggs we had brought back from connecticut. it was the perfect night for a cold supper (i remember many cold suppers with my parents and my sister on our screened in porch when i was little and it was too hot to sit inside). we also had a kale salad with pomegranate seeds.

(i think it went up to 89 today!)

he dusted the eggs with smoked paprika - so good!

here's another photo of wash relaxing in his cat stand. i don't think korrina has been able to move it to a different area of the room because he's always in it.

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kathy and warren have been in vermont having a belated birthday celebration with jason.

it looks like his birthday gift was a beatles album and a paul simon album. they probably went together to pick them out at the used record store.

a poem on sunday, and other things

flying poem

like a woman

hanging her laundry on the clothesline,

i hang my words

on the lines of my page.

heavy, frightened words,

spread fear in my room.

they shrink

when exposed to the sun

of the reading eye.

my words

dry up.

the next day

my brother, tired of

gazing at those fainting letters,

throws the book

in the drawer.

the sun sets behind

the eyelid.

the words in the drawer

swelter and stew in their sweat.

my little niece smells them.

she opens the drawer.

the words fly out.

the poem is free.

it lands in nests of migratory birds.

they sing it to the passing clouds.

by mosab abu toha (born 1992)

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breakfast at hector's . . (i just missed a photo of the man walking away outside . . he had been tying his ascot in the window reflection).

i had a spanish omelette, half of which is in the fridge here at home. i can no longer eat the huge portions that are served in restaurants. sometimes i wish they offered "half" plates. how does anyone have room for appetizer and/or dessert?

morgana's photo of the forsythia blooming at harley's mom's house . .

and mixed with holly and another branch (not sure of the name) in a vase in the sun room. (such a pretty home.) (hmmmm . . i think it's forsythia; it looks a little different from the plants here in the eastern states.)

and marisa sent a photo . . they had snow yesterday! (she's in vermont)

easter sunday

sunrise service

the brass band was playing one of my favorite hymns . . 

for the beauty of the earth

for the glory of the skies

for the love which from our birth

over and around us lies;

lord of all, to thee we raise

this our hymn of grateful praise.

jason had been awake even earlier, for a sunrise service on a mountaintop in vermont . .

morgan had been out early also . . choreographing for a friend's film . . 

and called us while walking to the train for home . . 

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toby was waiting for us when we returned . . 

greg had made coffee and was getting ready to have an egg he had found . . 

getting out the kringler . .

hunting for the last, seemingly elusive, easter egg . . 

time for a walk . . this pic was taken to show morgan these sneakers . . because morgan has the same ones?

and time to hunt for gifts . . 

i was so busy having a conversation with kathy that i didn't notice greg had walked right by his gift . . 

(the crazy conversation continues . . )

(and warren finds his chocolate mouse)

and earrings . .

chanda had set up the zoom meeting call . . 

it was nice to wish each other a happy easter and catch up on everyone's news.

the table is set with the special occasion dishes . . 

carving the ham . . 

resting after the meal . . 

and a game of apples to apples . . 

(kathy happily won . . )

dessert . . and then we were all tuckered out . .