This week’s theme is “fresh”– perfect for the dog days of summer we are experiencing here on the East Coast of the United States, a time of year when even the dogs don’t want to be outside.
When I think of “fresh,” I tend to think of water in some form or another: morning dew, mountain-fed streams, that spot in an ocean or lake that signals greater depth — a crisp cucumber, chilled watermelon, iced tea, and sorbet.
But to see the pure joy of freshness in motion, nothing quite beats the spray of water from a fountain. The droplets are momentarily suspended in the sun, sparkling with bits of color and beating a staccato on the surface of the water before gravity exerts its final pull.
Perennial Pastimes 
Though most of what I’m about to say has no bearing on your blog, I love seeing it (and you). Still, what I most wanted to say was that as I cooked criminis (baby portobellos) tonight, I remembered joyously cooking them with you and your family, on Meier street. Wish we could see you all more often.
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Thanks, Linda–and likewise!
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