When You Got Nothing . . .

. . . you get what you have. Or, you know, you go with what you got. In other words, you look in your computer for photos that could possibly fit together to form a cohesive thought. Possibly.

We start, naturally, with summer. And Ocean Beach. And the lifeguard chair . . .

. . . and basil. There are many many things I love about summer and warm weather, and basil is very high up there on my list.

Eating basil on the deck with fresh tomatoes and olives and a glass of charrrrrbonay is high up there too . . .

. . . and so is Mistah's pesto. Mistah makes killer pesto. Killer.

A segue from pesto to a surfer. Actually, there is so segue at all. The connection, the cohesiveness, comes from the warm weather behind these photos. Mistah took this photo in San Diego, where it's warm and sunny so very much of the time.

They're smart people, those San Diegans.

They're cute, too.

See?

Wicked cute.

Oh, we've left San Diego. This photo is not a sunset over the mountaintops; it's a photo of the sunset out our upstairs window. In winter. The most interesting and unique thing about this photo is that I took it. Thank you. Thank you very mulch.

Oh, and now I'm running down the sidewalk in Asheville NC to greet my sister Julie. Okay, cohesiveness  may have been a far-flung goal.

Chicken curry ginger tomato cilantro cashew delight. Wintertime food. One of the good things about winter -- See? See how positive I am about this never-ending season? -- the crock pot.

And, naturally, our wedding day. Because what could be more cohesive, really? By the way, we were 12 when we got married.

Kicking in the Keys. That's what I call this one. Oh, that reminds me. You know that incredible shot Kemba Walker took at the end of the UConn / Pitt game yesterday, to win it at the buzzer and advance in the Big East Tournament against Syracuse tonight? This one:



I call that the Jump-Back Jumper.  I know! It's a gift.

But let's get back to summer, shall we? After all, it is due. In 4 or 5 months or so . . .

We delight in the light . . .

. . . we sing Proud Mary . . .

. . . we listen to baseball . . .

. . . and we bask in the glory. Not yet, but soon.

And just like that, we did it. We did it! I really should re-name this post "The Art and Science of Cohesiveness."