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...
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.
ReplyDeleteTwo 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.
ReplyDeleteY'welcome Montauk Rider. Thanks for dropping by.
ReplyDeleteThanks YP. A cosy, friendly evening in the Banner Cross would be fun too!
Lovely photo, lovely words.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tab.
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