Mugs, cracker boxes, gargantuan metal bowls and sticks of lavender traipse across the bowling alley tables.
Salt shakers and pots and baskets with the dregs of berries stand lonesome in the over head lights.
Half filled mason jars and huge wooden cutting boards attest to a cooking project long over.
Outside, our fiddler plays a slurring late night tune to the half moon,
a good night serenade to the trappings of an eventful weekend.
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Your Grandma's friend Claire in Eureka is also a faithful reader who loves your posts! Thanks for all your enthusiasm and sharing.
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