...meandering through tulips, the soft-as-butter petals like a kaleidoscope closing as the day grows long.
...dreaming of my father, his brief visits a portal to when he loved me.
...whispering good night to my ol' pal, Scout. Folded in quiet darkness, I pet him gently in his favorite spots, saying this will be the time that I will miss the most.
...April snowstorms that do not stick.
...the smell of yeast. The warmth of rising dough. The rhythm in kneading. The intrinsic goodness of home-baked bread.
...waking up lighter than the day before.
...unexpected hugs at the kitchen sink.
...the calm in morning.
...the treasure of a day with clarity.
...feeling Debussy under my fingers at the piano.
...drifting off to sleep, wondering what the next day will bring.
... oh, and diving deep down on a list and just chomping on it mashing it to bits not just crossing ticks off one by one but really masticating it good and chewy like you would a Powerbar followed by that singularly reluctant chunky swallow. Like I did today.
Yeah, that.
Yeah, that! :)
Posted by: Andrea M. | April 28, 2010 at 11:08 PM
Loved that post. You made me want to start playing piano again...
Posted by: Vanessa Menhorn | April 29, 2010 at 06:19 AM
Cath! Sometimes I wonder if we're the same person. :)
In addition to loving all these things, I have also, like you, started making my own bread lately. ohhhhh it is wonderful!
Posted by: KNelson | May 02, 2010 at 03:19 AM
I love............grandchildren!
Posted by: jo | May 03, 2010 at 09:43 AM
A diet rich in organic fresh produce and whole grains is ideal.
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