Sunday Sky, Vines, and Rise

Another banana bread sat cooling. Out of canola, I tried olive oil instead. The crumb, while still moist, did not rise as high or crater, splinter and split as beautifully.

"It feels like we're on vacation." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"The sun is so bright. We're eating scrambled eggs with toast and coffee" I said.

Lunch in Little Italy. A walk along the promenade. Home. 

Roberto fed the garden while I crept about with Canon. Seven tomato plants. Seven. The architecture of crooked cages. The sky high with vivid blue. The house looks like chocolate mouse.

Up the steps. Final shots. The Geraniums will be shooting up soon. I see buds hiding beneath the green.

Inside, I import into iPhoto. The breeze is gently blowing. I hear the telltale pump...Roberto is spraying for ants.