Signs and portents. Summer is winding down. The writing is on the telephone wires. The sidewalk squirrel is gathering nuts. My neighbor’s garden is producing bounty. A dragon has appeared on the beach. We seized our last chance for a ladies’ lunch overlooking the harbor. I bought Jubali beet-cucumber-apple juice at the farmers market because it was called Beet Poet.
Late Summer Scenes
September 6, 2015 by suzannesmom
Funny–I just did a “parting shots” for summer post, too–we’re all feeling the change in the air. And, yes, a drink called “beet poet” couldn’t be passed up!
I told a colleague I had to buy Beet Poet, and he didn’t get it. Much younger.
Whew–glad I got it! 😉
Nice photos … especially the vegs.
Ladies spent the day at Ballard’s, had Lobster Rolls and Pineapple drink, played tourist.
Some people have all the fun.