This tree was next to a house by the sea in the woods.
Inside that house, since I worked today, Art prepared dinner. He found a container of leftover beef-barley stew I had made a few days ago. He found another container of leftover fish chowder I had made a while back. He mixed these two together (!) and heated them on the stove for 3 hours, until they had a black crust on the bottom.
He didn’t notice he’d done these unconventional things until I pointed them out. It was one of those moments when I was quite grateful that the 2013 cancer had nuked about 90% of my taste-buds.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]