My dog, Sara, and I took a drive out to my dad’s house in the country, where dad, my aunt and I grilled chicken and drank sun tea as we sat a little too close to a lawn sprinkler. It was relaxing, just the three of us, as we laughed about our cuckoo family, got excited about travel plans and ate too much guacamole. Overall, a really good day.
It’s time for my regular Five Senses Monday, where I reflect on the last few days through the senses. I’d love for you to play along in the comments or on your own blog. Peace.
The blackberry, raspberry and kiwi tart I made in an effort to make a healthy dessert.
Do it: I rolled out and baked two sheets of Puff Pastry (no, not so healthy). I used a wooden rolling pin to roll it out after I took it out of the oven. I spread two cups of vanilla Greek yogurt over the cooked pastry (you’re supposed to mix a vanilla bean in there, too, but I didn’t have that). Then, I added the fruit and topped with a drizzle of warm Amish honey. Yum. But I also tasted more of that chunky salad with basil vinaigrette, grilled chicken (a treat because, I confess, I don’t know how to work my own grill), guacamole and my mom’s potato salad.
Stevie Wonder singing “What a Wonderful World” today at the third funeral I’ve been to in a month. Too much Florence and the Machine — really need to change that CD in my car. My mom saying she’s proud of me. The splash of the dogs’ dives into the deep end.
Glad I took tomorrow off work to go explore a new town with a friend. The sting on my finger after I slipped with a knife while bursting into a bunch of garlic. Enjoying spending time with family I used to only see at holidays.
That barbecue chicken. The fresh basil on my hands. A slice of homegrown onion.
Long rays of sun from under the surface. A daughter, sad as she locked her father’s ashes into a cemetery wall. Pages of magazines as I read one after another on an air mattress in the pool this weekend.