Memories–made of this.

2013-06-15 20.19.01Last night, I came home to find a humming bird beating the bees off the bee balm, a pair of mallards and their gay uncle basking by the pond, and our frog enjoying the sun while he sat on a stone by the water’s edge.

This morning, I had fruit soda bread from Gretel’s grocery for breakfast. I toasted it and ate it with Irish butter and some of Tom’s homemade rhubarb and ginger jam. I went out to the deck on frog check (yes, same frog, different stone) and when I came back in the kitchen smelt all hot oven and curranty, just like my Auntie Irene’s.

I am invited to  lunch party at one of Itchy Ankle’s best addresses. Tonight I will finish the thriller I was reading all last night in bed —The Navigator by Michael Pocalyko.  Not much wrong with any of this.

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About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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