Morsels

Well, the bread worked more or less. Would I have liked my boules to be boulier, I mean higher? Yes… but the bread is crusty and has a nice sour taste that is not too sharp. I shall be making more and hopefully fitting it into my weekend routine. I have to admit to letting the second rising get a little attlepated by a slight distraction — I went to my neighbor’s beautiful garden and painted a pretty wretched painting. But it was a lovely day and she has the most amazing garden. Of course, she is a landscaper — she and her husband own Maple Landscaping. I was painting in front of a pond which has a pet turtle whose name I am blanking on but I promise was a very apt turtle name. This turtle comes when you call him. They had two but the other took off. My friend explained that the entire fence is turtle-proof (ie chicken-fenced) except for one gate which leads out to the front and then beyond across Lake Road and then, yes to the Great Lake.

Someone found the roaming turtle dead on the little beach the neighborhood tends together. I suppose he thought the bigger water was better. And I’m happy he made it across the road and that he actually got as far as he did. It must have been nice to see all that wonderful, wavy water. He was probably as surprised as I was when I first saw Lake Erie and discovered that you couldn’t see the other side!! He may have suffered from a little turtle heart attack. All that effort, all that desire and then everything is perhaps too wondrous to believe.

Now I’m feeling morose. Probably, actually because I’ve been reading Kennedy funeral coverage all day.

Tomorrow I’m going to make a huge batch of oatmeal/raisin/chocolate chip cookies (can you tell that Arthur is about to head off to college? Warning: Aggressive home-cooking on the horizon…)