I am navigating through a little rough patch right now but am going to fight the urge to dump it all here, because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
All day long I kept coming back to this little bottle of roses on the kitchen table. I would tell myself, don’t think about x, y, or z. Just look at those roses. In especially bad moments, I’d smell them too.
Gabe picked them at our neighbor’s house. I am not sure that he had me in mind when he picked them, but I am pretending that he did.
Gabriel and I love this simple squash and potato torte from Smitten Kitchen. We made one this afternoon with the first gold potatoes from our garden.
I wandered my garden a bit. We’ve rigged this bed with bits of this and that for Kentucky pole beans to grow on. It’ll have to do. All of the beans I planted over the weekend are popping up, such a happy event.
But backing up a bit, hours before my evening walk, I came home from piano lessons with the big boys to this:
Silas wearing his sister’s bathing suit. The colors and fit aren’t quite right. I guess I need to buy him his own.