The river glowed when the dogs and I arrived this fine morning shortly after sunrise:
The canals behind the islands are shady and secluded and enchanting.
Mornings like this, even the dirt is beautiful. I mean, look at this. The texture and color are warm and soft and pleasing. To me, anyway:
I planted tomatoes from seeds in my windowsill in February. I transplanted them outdoors mid-April. Now they’re taller than my waist and growing fast!
I started this basil at the same time. Alex contributed some too. We’ll have no shortage of basil and tomatoes.
In another few weeks the tomatoes will ripen. I’ll get some big pieces of fresh mozzarella and slice it up. And pick the tomatoes and basil and bring them indoors and rinse the dust off while they’re still warm. And put them in a bowl with that cold mozzarella and pour balsamic vinegar over it. And each forkful I put in my mouth I’ll be thankful I live in a place hot and humid and sticky enough to grow treasures like these. I can hardly wait!
If basil makes your mouth water and you live in Richmond, treat yourself to something new. A friend and I visited Crossroads Coffee & Ice Cream last week. Their slogan – on their website: “Keeping the oral tradition alive through social intercourse”. Anyway. They get their ice cream from Bev’s Homemade Ice Cream here in Richmond. 2911 West Cary St. (804) 204-2387. The point is – they had basil ice cream! It was divine. Just the palest shade of green, flecked with basil. It clearly had just four ingredients: basil, sugar, cream, eggs. It was unmistakably basil ice cream. Pleasant and unmistakable basil flavor, sweet, light, sublime. It’s late spring and basil won’t be fresh much longer. Try this as soon as possible. They’re open until 10:00 tonight – sooner is better. You will wonder how you went so long without it.
These ducks, astonishingly, have learned to walk on water. An evolutionary adaptation not seen in just over 2,000 years. And never in ducks, to my knowledge.
Mackey and Max and Roux, by the way, are doing great. I’ll put in small pictures; click on them and see them larger if you like. If Max and Roux notice Ivory’s absence, they give no sign. But Mackey is very sensitive and more than a little neurotic. He was very, very clingy and needy for some time. He liked having a strong, steady presence like Ivory around. For that matter, so did I. But he’s calming down. He and Max and I take long, fast walks to the pet cemetery at the end of our street every night now. We did that for years when Ivory was younger but over the last year or so he just got too slow. Mackey’s feeling better. We all are: