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The boss, who is not prone to flights-of-fancy nor indulgences generally, suggested we all pile into my car after lunch and go get ice cream. Which we did. She even paid on the company credit card.  Farewell, July!


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Plans. Lots and lots of plans.

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210

Groundhog day.

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Sunset on a gift of a Friday. I get sprung from work at 1:00 on summer Fridays, and try to spend the afternoons outside to show my appreciation.


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I realize that this has been the best summer yet for our garden, here at what we still call "the new house" although we've been here 5 years. Plants are not merely hanging in, but they are bursting out -- spreading, blooming, reaching. We haven't had long stretches of unbearable heat, we've gotten pretty regular rain, and Dean's helped so much with planting and checking on things and pulling weeds here and there. I've already got plans for next year, and even for quiet mornings this fall.

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Thirds

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This recipe, now officially Ken's favorite thing. And yes, I will admit that I was inspired to get my bake on by this.


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The kind of afternoon you wish could just last forever.


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At the airport, here to retrieve Dean from his Nicaraguan adventures, and a reprise of yesterday's artwork greets me! If you ever find yourself at Logan Airport in Boston with time to spare, it is worth it to explore the walkways that connect Terminal B to the other terminals -- all the most wonderful sea creatures in brilliant mosaics on the floors. If I ever win the lottery and can have custom floors in my home....

(All this and a happy, healthy Dean bubbling over with stories to tell, with sadness that his adventure has ended and with thorough delight to be home home home.)

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Summer camp art for me this morning. The interconnectedness of my universe is about to get crazy....

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And just like that, this birdie grew up and flew away, too.

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Trying to find the grace, and breath in the beauty, on a morning where I've gotten myself up and out so early in order to work out -- and then discovering through no fault of my own when I get here that I cannot. Well, I'm sure my stuff will turn up eventually and I'm sure there's a reason to be grateful to be at work more than 2 hours early....

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I was hoping to have some great story to tell, all about Stumptown, to caption my photo of this tired work-morning's treat. But while the company's web site wants to tell me a LOT about their sourcing and roasting, they don't seem to want to say anything about their name (or else they've hidden in really well). In any case, to me, it brought to mind the process I am in -- grinding it out, stumping along, just trying to get through.

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Robin nest update: from the three eggs there is now what appears to be one thriving baby bird, eagerly awaiting mama's return to the nest. Thinking of my own baby bird, flown down to Central America, and very much NOT needing me to feed or otherwise care for him (in the active, daily survival kind of way); word is that all is well and that he's thrilled to be where he is.


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The bunny ate the rest of the plant down to the absolute nubbins, but left just enough for this one blossom to burst.

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This hydrangea, moved with us from our old house, seems to have settled in all right except that each year it only puts out one or two blooms. Ah, but it's worth it.

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The bunny really seems to trust me, or at least doesn't seem to know that it shouldn't.

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A remnant of an outdoor sculpture, hanging down from a branch, inviting me to change my view.

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Not the best shot -- butterflies are on a mission, after all, with no time to indulge others -- but still my joyful memory of the day, that my garden is feeding these visitors and that sometimes I get to sit and watch.

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We were up by about 3:15 this morning in order to take Dean to the airport. He's headed back to Nicaragua for 2 weeks, in a program for college students who work building homes and teaching English in remote villages. I respected his space and his focus and did not ask to take a photo, although the picture in my mind of him is very clear as he made his way through security and headed off to his gate. He made his tight connection in Miami and landed on time in Nicaragua, and he met up with the group he'll be working with. That's as much as we'll know for a while, which called for brunch out on the way home. Something to make me feel a little better....

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Through the glass, outside the gym this morning. I wonder what my creature count will be at the end of this year, when I glance through to see all the wildlife photos I've posted here. Not how I envision suburban life in and around Boston, but it's really quite rich and impressive if you take notice.

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Wabi-sabi

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I tend to think of all red-tailed hawks as being male, although of course that cannot be the case. This one greeted me as I got out of my car at work this morning, and was completely unfazed by anything.

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It seemed as though we were not the only ones to find a day to be patriotic and celebrate being American felt quite hollow. We enjoyed each other's company, ate well, and appreciated the excuse not to be productive in any way. Sweet.


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Brazen. Destructive. Wily. In some ways -- I am just going to say it -- evil. Oh, they burrow under the roots of our plants killing many, they eat the bulbs that I'd invested time and money in, they somehow evade the many red-tailed hawks who live in the neighborhood, and apparently they look cute to some people.

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We have just crossed over the half-way point of the year. I have nothing more profound to say about that, other than to acknowledge that it is true. More profound are the riches from Dean's large planters out back, where he artfully mixed vegetable and flower plants, and which I have harvested for starring roles in tonight's quiche.

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Looking to me for all the world like a fairy's dress, casually flung to air out after a long night of dancing (but for those of a more scientific mien, the wilted flower of a Missouri Primrose).

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