Back To The Garden
I spent the evening with my Bookclub/Champagne Ladies last night. A soul-refreshing and welcome respite from the daily grind.
We gathered at Kath's, aka Soy Goddess, on the hill in Kensington where we took time to visit her garden which supplies not only her household, but her restaurant Blue Moon Evolution in Exeter, NH.
It rained all day, but it cleared up ever so nicely, just in time for the garden tour and sunset.
Here's Kath/Soy Goddess, Laurel/Pearl, and Carey/Martha. Oh, and Otis' butt.
And Kath, Me, and Carey (taken by Pearl).
Of course you can bring champagne on a garden tour!
Oh, and the view. Did I mention the view? Another Big Sky view like Andrea's in yesterday's post.
The garden hostess. Always on the hunt for weeds.
Then the sun started to set.
And one more glimpse of the view as we headed back to the house.
I needed that.
As I was choosing something to go along with the garden tour, I thought immediately of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's Back to the Garden at Woodstock and found this great footage. Click here if you're reading via email.
When it got the end, they'd tagged on Find The Cost of Freedom - with this refrain 'find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground, Mother Earth will swallow you, lay your body down'. A chilling sentiment and fitting today, the 70th Anniversary of D Day. The day in which allied forces stormed the beaches at Normandy. Casualties for the Allied forces, on the first day alone, were at least 12,000, with 4,414 confirmed dead. That is the horrifically sad, and tragic cost of freedom. Click here if you're reading via email.
In honor of those who fought in the invasion and especially those who gave their lives for the freedom of others on this day 70 years ago today, and never got home to their sweethearts, a song that was beloved during the war, probably because it helped the soldiers think of happier times at home. Click here if you're reading via email.
God bless them all.
Have a great Friday and an even better weekend.
Ciao for now,