with tea parties on my mother's old crocheted tablecloth with a tea service from my own childhood (I saved the Holland blue and white from my mama's purges). . .
. . .fishing (Bea and her friend Ethan: "I caught a big one. . .")
Maia and Merry, urbane sophisticates (often in fairy wings)
Merry reading to Elspea and the "lost Cockroft sister," Lily. . .
I do not have pictures of our recent Mystery Party at Murphey, the dog's house, where Martin dressed as a sleeze and I dressed as a hippie, nor do I have pics of other events, such as the very successful playgroup on Poplar Ridge.
**PIC OF T'S AMAZING HUMMUS HERE**
I also do not have a picture of my most recent oven fire, though I will describe it in the near future for your edification.
**SMOKE HERE**
I do not have a picture of Martin's recent poetry reading at the public library, though that was immensely fun.
**HANDSOME POET HERE**
I love having such a good poet for my husband. He really read well, with expression and hand movemment, with humor and confidence. Though I had heard/read those poems and offered my critiques, hearing them out loud took them from flat words to three dimensional objects; I could see each poem catching the light, sparkling, casting shadows. We need more poetry readings.
