8.18.2009

Graces, #28



Eggs from a friend's chickens. Pale green and speckled shells.




Sometimes they cook up especially lovely.




Heirloom tomatoes that look like sunsets inside.




The face of someone who is a most effective finder of all things small and dangerous (screws, paperclips, minuscule pieces of plastic) and who can try my patience several hundred times a day. But oh, how I love her.




Summer dinner.

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