sometimes I miss the gritty

Courtesy of my son Luke.

And one of my old favorites:

evening light--one of those moments

I got to Margaretville mid-afternoon and spent a couple hours getting the store ready for the weekend. The barrister bookcase looks amazing--no way I'm going to strip it. I'll take pictures so you can see. I think it will be NFS (not for sale) for a while--a useful display piece. (Or maybe I'm just in love.)

Anyway, it was so wonderful to leave the store at 6:30 and have it still be light outside. Then I went food shopping and it was still light outside. I drove home on Margaretville Mountain Road and it was still light outside, though dusk and I kept reminding myself to watch out for deer. And I was listening to Grace Potter sing Falling or Flying, and I had one of those crystalline moments. The music, the countryside, the evening light. Everything looked beautiful--all was well with the world. We need those moments now and then.

Here's Grace Potter. Skip ahead to 2:00 for the song if you want, but she's pretty cute in the first 2 minutes too.

wild roses and Irish music

They aren't Irish, but they are wild roses. I took this picture in Maine. They bloom in abundance on the rocky New England coast. Dark water, grey boulders, green and pink wild roses.

Leaving Boston this morning for the 240 mile drive to the Catskills.

Lovely Irish cottages on Flickr.

Celtic music shows you can listen to any time on a Celtic Sojurn.

And The Pogues:



Enjoy your day.

Jen