Dear friends, I had planned to share with you some more nonsense about food, but I had the stuffing kicked out of me at LuthorCorp today. With any luck, by this time tomorrow, insights will be shared, recipes will be traded and receptionista will get the ping she so richly deserves.
In the meantime, I thought, what better way to get ready for my upcoming trip by showing some pictures from my previous trip? Behold…
I think I have found the vehicle that I need to take the much-talked-about road trip. However, since the sign on the windshield says “trade,” I can’t help but think that there are slight problems with this truck, like, say, a family of bees living in the engine.
This is an old grocery store I found on one of my walking tours of Eureka Springs this summer. I think it is yet another perfect location for a bakery. Too bad someone has posted “private property” signs all over the doors and windows. What nerve.
I think I found the neighborhood where all the slackers and struggling musicians in Eureka live. Apparently legalization is not a priority; it is enough to just encourage us all to smoke it.
I can’t tell what I like more here: the steps to nowhere, or the ferocious attack kitty lying against the second step, guarding the lot of them. I woke him/her up when the flash went off. S/he was not amused.
The wife of the farmer who sells herbs at the farmers’ market says that she is often envious of people who live on the coasts because their produce is better. Maybe we have better variety, but in terms of quality, it would be almost impossible to improve on the herbs, onions and lettuces I bought in Eureka. The sunflowers are pretty grand, too.
Of course, eventually I had to come home, and even with the happy occurrence of seeing Lloyd again, I still found myself missing Eureka a lot. Luckily, the fates intervened and decided I really needed some fine produce to come back to. “Say,” said the fates, “I wonder if the gooseberries are ready yet?”
