Strong coffee. New book. Golden sunrise. Kitty cuddles. It was the perfect Sunday morning.Happy Monday, friends. I hope you had a wonderfully relaxing weekend. Though I’m getting the itch to go somewhere — anywhere, really — I did enjoy a mellow weekend with different friends and family. Weekends are always nice that way, when you don’t really know what to expect and just let it flow. Here is a little peak at life lately, since I haven’t been the greatest blogger later (I’m working on that, I promise). And don’t forget to read Five Senses Monday at the end.
I read a little “Kinfolk” in bed:The littlest niece. Emmelia Rose, with cilantro on her chin:Mommy locked me out:
Doorbell-ditcher in training:Breakfast with the biggest niece and my mom. Bowls of whipped goodness for all:This has been on my bulletin board for years. I really believe we should all just try a little harder:I made a batch of my mom’s turkey stuffing (sans turkey) in the Dutch oven. It tasted like Thanksgiving a month early:All pumpkin spice, all the time:A delicious brick-oven-cooked asparagus and chicken pizza from La Strada 88 (I requested the chicken).Cindy and I recently had a garage sale. It was the most colorful, funky and creative sale in town:This weekend I sat around a campfire on a cool night. It’s also the first item I can cross off my Fall Manifesto.
And now, it’s time for Five Senses Monday, where I reflect on the senses through the last few days. Play along.
Tasting:My Dutch oven twist on my mom’s stuffing; it tasted like Thanksgiving with the family. Peppermint mochas … they’re back! Waffles topped with strawberries at breakfast with my mom and niece. Tri-tip and cheesy potatoes around a fire.
That creepy, gusty wind last week. Witty writing during a “Girls” marathon. Helpful advice from friends. New music I’m embarrassed to admit I like.
Feeling:Like there is a lot in the works. Excited. Scared. Nervous. More excited. Cold in the mornings. Sloppy dog kisses. Fuzzy socks. Kitty nuzzles. Like going somewhere
A beautiful sunrise over the pasture. “Amarcorde,” such a wacky classic film. Sparks fly into the dark sky.
Garlic browning in hot oil. Bvlgari cologne. Tea; I’m becoming a tea drinker.