basta pesto

Garrett the Great basks in the sun, 

while the basil and tomato plants behind him 

photosynthesize yumminess.

Sorry, but when the basil is ready,

pesto production takes precedence over posting.

I must have processed at least a dozen batches

in the last week.

The pesto is stacked like cordwood 

in the freezer. 

Now it's time for us to go home to Maine

to visit my mom

and eat our weight in lobster rolls.

Ahhh... fattening up for winter.

day's marsh

Day's is a lobster/clam shack along Route 1 in Maine.

My husband lives on their lobster rolls when we're back there.

While he ordered his umpteenth,

I slipped out back and took some pictures.

I did this pastel when we got back.

Dissatisfied, I put it aside a few months ago.

Thought I'd go back to it, but that can drive you crazy.

Better I should shoot it and let it go.

There are more pictures,

and there sure are more lobster rolls.