Thursday, July 16, 2009

Greenly

I suppose there are many ways to encase this word; Malfoy would do it another way.

From Summers with Juliet, by Bill Roorbach.

We took down screens, put up storm windows, drained the bunkhouse pipes, brought in the raft and leaned it on the seawall, dragged the old Aquacat by rope to the carport, raked a few leaves, then paddled the leaky old canoe as far as the pinched waist of the lake at the Shaker Village (once a real Shaker settlement, then a monastery)--all commercial now, condos blooming, but picturesque still with its lush stripe of meadow climbing the hill, greenly).

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