August's End

We walked along Marcy St. this afternoon on our way into town, Fiesta on the Plaza, late summer in Santa Fe, school in session. Beautiful, cool-ishy late summer with hints of fall afternoon. Large billowy clouds half-promising rain but also maybe just teasing. We had been to the obscenely abundant farmers market in the morning — abundance a-plenty and tourists to boot. Here's what we bought: lots of tomatoes for fresh tomato soup tonight; a garlic braid with a type that is originally from the Republic of Georgia (in solidarity); eggies from a wonderful farm school here; substantial zucchini; a skein of yarn (from the organic lamb purveyor whose sheep are providing lovely wool for a sweater for M) to keep me going; 3 enormous pink dahlias that make an amazing statement of floral power; assorted goat cheeses from our friends the Goat Ladies; and delicate fingerling potatoes that roasted just right with olive oil and salt & pepper.
The kicker to this summer's penultimate afternoon was the Celebrity Siting along the street to the Plaza. He was talking on his cell, outside of M's favorite gelato shop, and he was unmistakable: consigliere, fighter pilot, cowboy, Boo Radley — yes, Robert Duvall. One of the acting world's best faces, best voices and best talents. So satisfying. Especially since I saw him first to see him and know who he was. It's my job.