Black Mole and Fireball

Today was one of those days that felt like summer! The clothes were back on the line flapping, the keeper had breakfast outside, and we flopped around batting at bees and at nothing much in general. The keeper was back in the garden mixing up compost and soil and finishing planting vegies in pots and nasturtiums along the north side of the house. Yesterday she had rescued 8 discounted pots of pansies which were being strangled in their pots, and so she liberated them into the ground around the apple tree and the deck. By nightfall they already looked happier.

She rushed off to have a celebratory dinner with P and V and T who had just finished her last paper for her M Div. T had prepared chicken in black mole which had been sent up from Oaxaca for the occasion. DO you know there are 5 kinds of mole from Oaxaca? T's apt. is on Beacon Hill and has a small view of the bay and the port and the sunset. They sat around talking about liturgical theology and the keeper says she now MUST read Victor Codina and Corbon. She said we would have been bored with the conversation, but that tomorrow we might get to taste the mole. On the way home she looked out from Beacon Hill and saw everyone staring to the west at the magnificent fireball sun which was sinking in to Elliott Bay. She pulled over on the hill by PMC, and tried to capture it on film before it went away. She says that the photo is nothing like what they all witnessed. The real thing was orange and glowing and fiery as it slithered down into the drink.