Oh,Well....

Waiting for the bus and walking the dog

are rather damp occupations lately.

This morning.

But yesterday afternoon the sky was blue

and there was a little hole in the cloud.

LilyHydrangea thinks it looks like an eye.

So then I thought of Keats:

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
    Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.......

And Hamlet to Polonious:

 Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?

ps. maybe I should get a day job......

pss Lala's beautiful plate post from Spain is here.

Cold Day at the Green Market

Clear bright and bitter out.
Shakespeare said it best.

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.



A costume suitable for the season.



Windfall Farms had to protect the delicate mesclun salad by rigging up a little plastic edifice...



....where one of the helpers warmed her leg on the stove.



Even the dogs had busted out their winter coats.

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


I always sympathize with Marian.