Here's a quick summary of this day: I am tired. Not like "running a marathon" tired but like "this cold is ridiculous" tired. Ed says I do not incorporate enough germs and dirt into my life. But after offering this piece of wisdom, he does bring up a warm cup of chamomile tea to me at 5 in the morning, so I forgive him.
(He also says that we are soon going to explode from all the news we have been digesting in the last several days. He could be right there.)
Breakfast, in the kitchen.
I should have taken many many pictures of garden annuals today. We are under a frost advisory for tonight. Meaning we could lose all the annuals in one fell swoop by tomorrow. But I didn't do that. I was sniffling too much in the early morning.
Here's one though. The garden does have pockets of prettiness!
By late morning, I push myself out the door. I needed to do a bunch of errands and more importantly, I needed to shop for groceries. By the time I come back, it is early afternoon and the idea of falling asleep on the couch is very appealing.
Equally appealing though is picking up Snowdrop. She is in a really beautiful phase right now. You can laugh, you can joke, you can tell stories together.
(I give her free reign to pick flowers. After all, by tomorrow there may be none. But after years of being restrained by me, she is her own guard right now: just two or three, Gaga. Just two or three.)
It's getting to be chilly. You'd never know it by looking at Ed.
Inside, I do admit to turning on an Angelina video for Snowdrop. I want to keep her buoyant, without having to be buoyant myself. I sip lots of tea and then we have a beautiful period of play.
So I'm thinking this is the tail end of my sniffles. I mean, it's the first cold of the season. Those never last long, right?
In the meantime, I make red lentil soup, sprinkle lots of spicy stuff into it and pour a very tall glass of wine. All feel good props, even though honestly, I feel really good, despite the cold, despite the news craziness, despite the freeze tonight.
(He also says that we are soon going to explode from all the news we have been digesting in the last several days. He could be right there.)
Breakfast, in the kitchen.
I should have taken many many pictures of garden annuals today. We are under a frost advisory for tonight. Meaning we could lose all the annuals in one fell swoop by tomorrow. But I didn't do that. I was sniffling too much in the early morning.
Here's one though. The garden does have pockets of prettiness!
By late morning, I push myself out the door. I needed to do a bunch of errands and more importantly, I needed to shop for groceries. By the time I come back, it is early afternoon and the idea of falling asleep on the couch is very appealing.
Equally appealing though is picking up Snowdrop. She is in a really beautiful phase right now. You can laugh, you can joke, you can tell stories together.
(I give her free reign to pick flowers. After all, by tomorrow there may be none. But after years of being restrained by me, she is her own guard right now: just two or three, Gaga. Just two or three.)
It's getting to be chilly. You'd never know it by looking at Ed.
Inside, I do admit to turning on an Angelina video for Snowdrop. I want to keep her buoyant, without having to be buoyant myself. I sip lots of tea and then we have a beautiful period of play.
So I'm thinking this is the tail end of my sniffles. I mean, it's the first cold of the season. Those never last long, right?
In the meantime, I make red lentil soup, sprinkle lots of spicy stuff into it and pour a very tall glass of wine. All feel good props, even though honestly, I feel really good, despite the cold, despite the news craziness, despite the freeze tonight.
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