This morning, as I sipped my very hot very strong French Roast, I enjoyed the rising of the sun. The intense rays we visible through the barn across the road.
The morning sun, with its peculiar qualities, on changing leaves cannot be easily captured.
The same can be said for the evening sun, with its golden light and the shadows it casts. Here are a couple shots from last night.
Yesterday afternoon someone stopped by after a trip into the big city. He declared that at the grocery store he had found Black Angus NY strip steaks on sale for $6/lbs and that he had bought one for me. Ecco… my question of supper was thus resolved. I don’t know how much longer it will be easy and pleasant to use the outdoor grill on the deck, but it was used yesterday as the sun went down.
Some garlic, some olive oil, some lemon… let it sit while you go say Mass (the guy who brought the steak was to serve as well), and supper takes care of itself.
Quickly steamed broccoli and a few extremely crispy salt and vinegar potato chips (that’s crisps for the readers in Blackfen). A glass of non-descript serviceable "red".
Back to the coffee now and another day of work here at the Sabine meridian of the world.