Lunch on the patio

 

... is one of the little pleasures of traveling here at this time of year.  I could never do this in July, but I can now.

 

And for whatever reason (maybe the threat of impending rain, or maybe a perception that it was a little chilly), no one else was "dining on the verandah", as it were. 

Which was nice, because after a couple of days of meetings and office chit-chat.. I'm ready to be alone!  (that is, until I get back to the hotel room and have to fall asleep with the help of a decent syrah and reruns of Law & Order.)

 

Still, it is pretty out back off the cafeteria.  The birds were singing lustily and the flowers blooming lushly. 

And the peach cobbler... mmmm.  Marvelous.

 

One more day of this, though, and it's time to head north again, and a busy weekend of hosting twenty-somethings for dinner Friday night, another training run Saturday noon, acting as lector at St. Rose's Saturday afternoon, a three-track party (first one in months!) Saturday night, and singing on worship team Sunday morning.  Whew!  All fun stuff, though.  Except the running part.

 

(note to self - check on how pictures came through.  Darned firewall.  Can't see Facebook, can't get to Blogger.  Cut off from civilization, practically!  This posting to blogger via email is certainly suspect.  Hmpf.)