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I've always liked how in English novels, walking about the country is a daily activity.  Growing up in Florida, it seemed fantasy-like, because it's too hot to just go outside and walk unless it's very early in the morning or quite late in the day, or on those rare less humid than other days.

In The Good Apprentence, I'm at the part where Edward is at Seergard and is immersed in the other worldliness of the 3 bewitching women who live out of time, are witches or cult followers of the possibly non-existent Jesse or maybe just very clean hippies.  Quite mysterious and hard to put the book down.   It's quite a diversion and I have to keep reminding myself that the book is written in a fairly current time frame.  I just love my Iris Murdoch.

Kinda squishy from the bbq last night.  It was a good time, lovely night.  I didn't eat a single bbq'ed thing, but had plenty of bread, roquefort cheese, brie, olive tapanade and lots of incredible red wine from Pasa Robles.  Interesting people, good conversations.  Buildings that have a common courtyard or back yard do a lot for community. 

Have lots of asparagus and zucchini to eat this week.

Today- reading, puttering, writing, maybe taking a walk around the lake, it's a spectacular day out there, so sunny and blue, but maybe not...