That's how blue the sky was this morning in Apalachicola and there are four people whom I love with all of my heart. The place we were staying is a restored cotton warehouse and mercantile, I believe, with a wonderful shop downstairs while upstairs is now four beautiful suites, each one with a complete kitchen and enough room to graciously live in.
It was a good 24-hour trip. Last night we had one of the most incredible dinners I've ever eaten and I have eaten some incredible dinners. The fisherpeople had caught grouper and sea bass and the restaurant right next door to where we were staying allows you to bring your catch in and they will cook it for you and so that's what we did.
I loved our waiter. He was gracious and smart and not the least bit obsequious and he worked with us and the kitchen to give us exactly what we wanted and then a whole lot more.
We got the sea bass sauteed with capers and artichoke hearts and it was absolutely perfect. The grouper we had two ways- blackened and grilled. Both as good as anything I've ever tasted. Everything was served family style- the garlic mashed potatoes, the basmati rice, the steamed vegetables. So, so perfect.
Of course the freshness of the fish had a lot to do with it but the chef did it all royal justice. Simple, elegant, lovely.
The Owl Cafe in Apalachicola, y'all. If you're in the area, go dine there. You won't regret it, even if you don't take your own fish. I promise. And save room for dessert.
This morning we ate our breakfast and strolled around town a little bit and went and walked on our property which Mr. Moon and his sister staked out this past week as to the footprint of the house.
This is getting real. Really real.
We stopped at Cafe con Leche and got coffee and then walked back to where we were staying. I packed up and came on home and all is well in Lloyd. I have the sprinklers on the garden and the baby chicks are alive and thriving, thanks to Hank who spent the night. I've unpacked and am just taking it easy, enjoying being home. It's supposed to get down into the forties tonight which will be very nice. This weather is about as perfect as Florida weather can get.
My heart is full of a lot of things and my mind is too. Mr. Moon will be home again tomorrow and it will be good to have him back. I was glad to be able to go to Apalach and spend time with some of my sweeties. It was such a joy being around August for an entire day. That boy shrieks like a seagull, like a pterodactyl, with joy and merriment and the goodness of life. He slobbers on my face, he explores my necklaces and bracelets, he carefully examines his grandfather's beard with great thoughtfulness. He flirts, he hugs, he bounces, he hides, he laughs out loud. He studies things with those big brown eyes and he is busy every second that he is awake. He is afraid of nothing and has no reason to be, having been cherished and loved on every second of his life. He is learning to eat- acorn squash and homemade applesauce from Vergil's mama's apples so far- but his mama's milk is still his favorite.
I feel a great and very real sense that as he is beginning the very first chapters of his life, I am living out the very last ones of mine. I am not at the end yet, but the end is something I can see from here.
This is a sobering thought and I want to make the very best of those years, whatever that means. I really have no idea but I am quite certain, as always, that the very core of them must be love in whatever ways it presents itself.
Oh, how wise I thought I would be by the age of almost sixty-two.
Oh, how silly I was to think that.
Yours in Love...Ms. Moon Who Really Does Not Know Shit