There are days when I exercise before sunrise and walk 10,000 steps before lunch and see all of the people and say all of the words and do all of the things… and then there are days my children bring all of my meals to me in bed and I move enough only to tend the most basic of bodily functions. Life is both-and, after all.
I remember that cup of tea I’ve made, able to enjoy it while it’s still hot. Heck, I’ll settle for warm or even room temp.
There is very little in life with which I may compare the feeling I get listening to the sounds my plants make after I water them on a Saturday morning.
Tonight, I made a stew with halibut and clams that we caught in our bay. I followed a recipe from a local homesteader/restaurateur’s cookbook. I cooked with a white wine from the winery down the street. I don’t think a day goes by without me saying, I love where we live. Chris usually replies with, Say it again.
Tonight, I made a stew with halibut and clams that we caught in our bay. I followed a recipe from a local homesteader/restaurateur’s cookbook. I cooked with a white wine from the winery down the street. I don’t think a day goes by without me saying, I love where we live. Chris usually replies with, Say it again.
I wrapped the last present tonight. I’m usually done by our anniversary, but my entire month got canceled and we have no Christmas plans, so I might as well drag this baby out. I’m only mildly bitter. I’ll rally by the weekend.