chanda finally visited the matcha cafe with me today. we both had the peaches and cream iced matcha drink.
and yesterday korrina came over for lunch.
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
while i was in san francisco, i received notices in my email from the new york botanical garden about their new exhibit of dale chihuly sculptures. greg and i decided to visit this morning. between 9 and 10 am on saturday mornings, visitors can enter free of charge (there's also plenty of parking that early in the morning on the street outside of the garden grounds). we ran the last hundred feet to the entrance kiosk, as it was five or four minutes to ten, and i knew they would charge us if we arrived a minute over.