In the privacy of our four walls, things happen:The man tells the cat stories, that the cat pretends to believe...
We fill our glasses to the top...I met our terrace neighbour. She popped up like a meerkat while I was potting up the basil plants in the dusk and introduced herself. She is Danielle, and a criminal defence lawyer. With both of us standing on chairs to see over our respective walls, we talked about roses and gardenias, identified her camellia, and I threw over a baggy of Rose Tone for her plants. She plays baseball, so catches well.
LOVE the picture of cat and man, in the terrace candlelight.
ReplyDeleteEating "out" never looked better. :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. I finally got my fig trees!
Your little corner looks cozy and romantic. And your cat intelligent.
ReplyDeleteGreat photographs. Food (and wine!) tastes so much better when eaten outdoors on a balmy evening.
ReplyDeleteKaren , I liked it too. Listening to them was even better.
ReplyDeleteThomas - :-) and Yay!
Cornel - cosy, yes that's a good word. Better than Tightsqueeze...The cat...Ah, the cat.
LTCupcakes - yes they do.
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ReplyDeleteA lovely post, with so much rich imagery. I, too, like the story-telling. :-)
ReplyDeleteGiving away Rosetone is truly neighborly.
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