In The Moment
Newspaper spread out on the watery glass table outdoors on the deck, cracked Dungeness crab and sliced sourdough baguette at the ready, and My Beloved at ease in his deck chair on a hot spring evening. Rare as hen's teeth here in the Bay area, these warm evenings are treasures to be savored in all kinds of ways as the sun sets so far to the north now that we miss it as it slips down behind the neighbors' houses.
Labels: Dungeness crab
4 Comments:
That sounds like a wonderful way to spend an evening indeed.
Living the dream!
And no dishes to wash!
Gorgeous. And reminiscent of a lovely visit chez vous once upon a time.
Man, do we owe you a meal!
Morgan, 'twas. Lovely.
Greg, you said it!
Cookiecrumb, no dishes was the next-best part. :-)
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