Much more of this past summer than I’d like has been consumed with getting my farm back in shape after ten summers of blissfully ignoring it in favor of my life on Mykonos. But ultimately the piper must be paid…along with carpenters, masons, plumbers, electricians, and plumbers. So this summer was the time. So far so good. Only a bit of roof work on the house, gutter clearing and overhanging tree limb trimming on the barn left to do on the buildings. I’ll attack the overgrown tree farm this winter. Whew.
I need a vacation. I think I’ll head west on book tour. In fact by the time this posts I’ll be in LA preparing to kick off four sessions with Tim Hallinan in Orange Country, San Diego, Portland and Seattle (Orange and San Diego will be a trio with Martin Limon) and then back to the farm for a week before I’m off again to Denver, Tucson, Scottsdale and Houston.
|Martin Limon, Tim Hallinan, Barbara Peters|
Here are a few photos of what I’m leaving behind.
|Across the Road|
|Up the Road|
|Across the pond--It's Oban, Scotland, just to keep you on your toes|
The colors of Fall in the country
And yes, this whole post strikes me as a poor excuse for one of those, “So what did you do on your summer vacation” compositions grade schoolers are asked to do every Fall. I think I’d fail with this one. So, for extra credit, permit me to add an observation on what’s happening in Greece: Sadly, more of the same. Everyone feels so overwhelmed by events, and distrusting of everything their politicians say, that I think it’s safe to say they’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Fall on East 72 Street in NYC
I fear it may be a boot.