We began with a little breakfast of fresh OJ and a short-stack of fine pancakes with warm fresh raspberry sauce. This repast was followed by the unexpected arrival of some big trucks with tree-men, and we watched them take down a couple of dead oaks in the neighbors' yard. As the noise became rather obnoxious, however, we decided to drive down to Santa Cruz and have a fancy lunch at an excellent Italian cafe in the center of town: we had a wild arugula and prosciutto salad, shared a small appetizer bowl of fresh clams in a wine/butter broth; and I had a half-order of cannelloni with a glass of Veneto pinot grigio (John had a mixed-seafood pasta). When we got home, neighbors came by with a dozen fresh eggs laid by their hens this morning -- another benefit of living in the country! Tonight we'll have a bit of bread and cheese and share a bottle of champagne, and we'll be off to sleep in the beautiful, cool evening that follows a delightfully sunny and mild day.
For all of you who have shepherded us to this peaceful valley, and for the Good Shepherd who watches over us all, we are eternally grateful, today and forever.
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Wow... that description is a prayer in itself. Love the breakfast. Neighbors. No lists? Wow. :-)
I know you're trying to not waste to much time on social webness, but if you haven't looked at the tumblr, go right now. You're grandson will give you a giggle to end the day with (or start tomorrow with, depending on when you read this).
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