The last few days have been glorious: sunny, blue skies, dry air, cool breeze. We celebrated our neighbor's daughter's engagement under the stars on Saturday. Sunday we canoed across Hallock's Bay and went clamming and swimming. Clara came home for a visit and she and I cooked up a storm. We made clam chowder while Pete shucked the little necks for eating on the half shell, then processed tomatoes for the winter with his new Squeezo, a wonderful machine that separates the seeds and skin from the pulp. Then we made fried chick and a cucumber salad. I picked zinnias and cosmos and put them in a turquoise pitcher. All the colors make me happy.
Today, while talking on the phone with my sister Barb, the flowers started dancing and Barb started yelping. Stuff actually fell off her walls. Another earthquake shook the northeast. There was one in Colorado yesterday, too. Strange stuff.