Driving up the hill I spotted a pair of wild turkeys and their brood. I counted at least 8 poults. Remembering I had the camera, I tried to get some shots as they wandered into the woods. They were trying to maintain their privacy, something I can appreciate.
Around 5 p.m. I made for Concord (again!) to meet my dinner date, the Chap--aka Birthday Boy. I treated him at our new favourite restaurant in town, which boasts a very creative chef who uses locally sourced foods.
(Vegetarians, look away!)
I had the skirt steak topped with garlic scape butter, with mashed sweet potatoes and broccoli.
He had the pork loin with sauce and fingerling potatoes and a funny presentation of a shrimp!
On the way back to the Lodge I paused to photograph this sign. The announcement suddenly sprouted on a major east-west NH highway.
It feels strange, this blatant publicity. (Totally unexpected.) When I was a young actress, I dreamt of seeing my name in lights on a theatre marquee. Now, as a not-so-young writer, I'm seeing it in magnetic letters on the roadside.
The weather here is about to change from unseasonably chilly to sizzling--which is, I suppose, more appropriate to Independence Day.
Have a delightful weekend.
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