August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
- Sylvia Plath
summer rain
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100 days of summer :: day 80
We don't need a melting pot in this country, folks. We need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in the different things.
You want the vegetables — the lettuce, the cucumbers, the onions, the green peppers — to maintain their identity.
You appreciate differences.
- Jane Elliott
lemon cucumbers, from the garden today
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100 days of summer:: day79
ac rosebud dahlia
“So take photographs of everything:
ordinary things,
simple things,
between the door
and by the window things.
Light-ridden and shadow-heavy things.
Forever things.
Fleeting things.
Take photographs of everything.”
― Morgan Harper Nichols, All Along You Were Blooming: Thoughts for Boundless Living
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100 days of summer :: day 78
“But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next.
Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.”
― Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures
bits and pieces of July
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100 days of summer :: day 77
“Love comes in so many different forms, but it is always love. If it is love, then it is love.”
― Elizabeth Strout, Tell Me Everything
hops, in early evening light
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100 days of summer :: day 76
“The bread was earthy and chewy, crunchy on the bottom and meltingly soft on top, and rather than rubbing the bread with tomato as in a traditional pan con tomate (yes, I'd done my research), the raw tomato had been shredded and mashed and spread on top, a cool, sweet, tangy contrast to the bread. A hint of garlic spoke up in the back of my throat; anchovies whispered underneath, the salt and the brine making everything else taste sweeter.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot
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breakfast
100 days of summer :: day 75
“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.”
— William Faulkner
melancholy
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