Hiya. Can’t talk long. On a shaky wireless connection at the Denver Airport. Just thought I’d say something quick about my week in Colorado. Partly for summer vacation in the high country. Partly as moral support for my big sister’s art show. It was all sun burns, 5 p.m. cocktails, no showers, thunderstorms, and marvelous fresh food—which, as it turns out, is a combo I’m gonna be going for all summer.
Cool nights follow afternoon boomers.
My mom’s roast potatoes.
Some of sister Melissa’s paintings. Smoldering, no?
And here she is, the lady of the hour…
Stacie was there, too, just like the good ol’ days!
They have these all over town. My sister dropped by to fill her “prescription.” I had to stay in the car.
My parents are the masters of urban gardening. They have an entire farm on their side of a half-acre duplex lot.
The greenhouse, plus shade potato and lettuce gardens.
Farmers market goodness…