Awoke to the haunting lull of fog horns on the harbor. The lowing started around 5 AM, I think. It was still dark, and I gradually came to consciousness. It is a pleasant way to wake.
I keep thinking about the Ray Bradbury short story. What will be conjured from the sea this morning?
About Me
- Barnacle Bertha
- United States
- I currently live on the western end of Long Island, more commonly known as Brooklyn. This blog was started as a way of documenting the challenges of managing a CSA (community supported agriculture) share, cooking and the war against rot. The Name: I call myself Barnacle Bertha because I live near the sea, have a tendency toward the cynical, and cuss like a sailor. Barnacle Bill, or BB is my first mate.
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