
A city hall bouquet for a lovely lady named Sarah...the last of the tree peonies.
It's a grey morning here in Red Hook. Eric is away on business, and I get the place to myself. The coffee pot just shut off. Automatic timer. The end of an era lasting from around 9:30 - 11:10am.
The dog is sulking in the other room. Unusual. I get full command of Eric's stereo system. Dark Night of the Soul by Sparklehorse. Then Sixto Rodreguez.
11:13am.












