The patio is broiling today, and we'd like nothing more than a pool of deep shade to sit and read in (preferably cooled further by murmuring water, or still water like this, or by a drizzle of light pink roses against the fence). But as it is I've closed the blinds against the heat of the mid-afternoon, and will lie quietly and listen to a Charles Todd mystery on my iPod.
This after a most cheering lunch at our favorite local Italian cafe, where I had delicious linguini con vongole, both lemony and garlicky, remembering the tiny translucent clams in Rome which I virtually lived on one September.
image: The Beauty of Arts
i who literally go nowhere today had lunch in rome...
ReplyDeletetiny translucent clams? well i never!
and i say along with you... bring on the cool.
i want more than a drizzle of roses... though beautiful they may be.
i want my drizzle a cooling mist to refresh my face turned upwards... not to mention my soul!
Agreed, indeed!
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