'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Sunday, 30 November 2008

Summer evening



Music for the end of a hot summer day in the Bay.  Sitting on the verandah with a glass of cold cider and a plate of butter chicken on saffron rice with lime cheese-cake to follow, and watching the lowering sun strike the golden flowers of the abutilon.  A blackbird sings his evensong high in the top of the oak and everything is golden-coloured...


5 comments:

  1. Montauk Rider30.11.08

    Ah, Summer evenings are so wonderful. I wish it were Summer here. Alas we are expecting snow tomorrow. I really enjoyed this piece (and the music too). Thanks.

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  2. Yorkshire Pudding30.11.08

    Two lovely posts - this and the one below, revealing NZ in shades that a text book or a holiday brochure could never match... I envy your spaces.

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  3. Kate1.12.08

    Y'welcome Montauk Rider. Thanks for dropping by.
    Thanks YP. A cosy, friendly evening in the Banner Cross would be fun too!

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  4. Tab Calhoun3.12.08

    Lovely photo, lovely words.

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  5. Kate3.12.08

    Thanks Tab.

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