life

it's good to be home for a bit

and be involved in life

this weekend we celebrated a wedding

it took place a while back but didn't get the attention it deserved at the time

because there was deep sadness in the family

about a passing

and the dancing feet were limping

 the woolshed scrubbed up very well

especially as Roz swung in from Queensland

to lend a hand

draped the place with twinkle lights

and apple blossom

the feast comprised both Latvian and Maori yumminess

[including Hangi, Pīrāgi, potato salad, delicious cakes]

with a little southern US influence

[pulled pork] 

thrown in for good measure

and of course there was a bonfire

next day the coals called for a dyepot

 

 

and when i awoke this morning

and was looking at the stains here and there

i was put in mind of Stuart Kestenbaum's beautiful words

photographed at an exhibition on Deer Isle recently