The harbor
With chocolate croissants and coffee, we went to the harbor this morning and watched people walk out along the long narrow docks with supplies, getting their boats ready for the day. Tweet
View from the side of the bike path after getting a flat, with Bean in the bike trailer.
We made it back alight. DH, my personal fix-it guy, had a new tube. He used a dollar bill to patch the tire–and everything was smooth rolling. Tweet
Eating the Honey of Words, By Robert Bly
I remember exactly when I bought this book. DH and I had gone out to Nantucket the summer of my senior year in college. We went on the ferry and spent the day riding rented bikes around the island. I couldn’t believe how quaint it was:shingled houses, gray from the weather and covered with rosebushes, [...]
We live here
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Like postcards of memory on my mind:
Last night, nursing Bean I watched the wooden fish mobile from Mexico above his crib turn in slow circles, as though they were swimming in crescents through the air. The five bright sunflowers, each with rough stalks and thick green leaves, from the farmer’s market for a dollar a piece, standing in a tall glass [...]
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