happiness abounds . . .

i love fridays.  start off the day with some yummy yin, followed by lunch with my hens.  this time we hit the waterfront again.

or rather the intercoastal.  had i remembered in time . . . note this is a reoccurring theme . . . you would have seen a shot of my black and blue  chicken salad chased with an ice cold brew.  so good.  but alas my stomach beat my hands.  i even missed a shot of the swinging table we were sitting at and the river.  so here is a shot of the docks along the canal on the way out.

this was our greeting party:

i was thinking turtle soup.  he was offended.  i named him jerome.

and when we got home, joanie gifted me some fresh basil off her basil bush.

i have some freezing in the bottom drawer.  i have some rinsed and cut to size in the fridge. some went in with tonight's sautéed mushrooms which hovered over the marinated flank steak and baked taters.  i have this love affair with fresh basil.  thank you joanie.

namaste.