A good day is one where you can eat a meal or have a drink with someone you love, or, in the alternative, participate indirectly in someone else's feasting. By such measures (and by many others), I had a very, very good day. (Despite the cold damp air outside.)
Let's start with an old farmhouse favorite: breakfast. It was with Ed and it was therefore lovely.
So long as we're food themed today, here's what happened next: the baking of cookies, at the hands of Ed:
And now comes the call from Chicago. Primrose is eating lunch! I "join" her in this. Let me show you the set up:
We linger over every last piece of carrot and I follow along as she cleans up afterwards. Here she is, at the kitchen sink...
Oh, and here's a fun and rare moment -- three generations, all on one tiny screen!
Soon after, Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse. She is past her lunchtime, but there is always a fruit snack waiting for her here. Still lucky to be getting mangos and berries...
(Don't forget the baked stuff: ahah, you make the best cookies!)
(In between eating, there's play.)
(Ahah will you teach me how to dribble?)
And after our play time, I take her home and I linger there for a short drink with my older daughter, returning home to a dinner (of leftover soup) with Ed.
Many would say a shared meal is fabulous only when there is a crowd around a table, or in the alternative -- you're in a tête-à-tête with your sweetie, at your favorite gastro pub. Well now, I'm suggesting there are many ways to share food and drink with people you love. Agreed?
Later, much later, Ed pops corn and we watch the last episode (of season 1, so there'll be more!) of a very good but very gory British crime drama (Luther). I don't know why we found ourselves sucked into it, but we did. All I can say is that a lightweight comedy show always follows and closes the night for us.
In the course of the evening, indeed, the whole day, we think about the good people working 18-hour days to get us closer to a time when we can indeed be safely crowded around tables again. Thank you, all of you, down to the person who cleans the labs, or drives the bus to bring you home to your own families.
With love.
Let's start with an old farmhouse favorite: breakfast. It was with Ed and it was therefore lovely.
So long as we're food themed today, here's what happened next: the baking of cookies, at the hands of Ed:
And now comes the call from Chicago. Primrose is eating lunch! I "join" her in this. Let me show you the set up:
We linger over every last piece of carrot and I follow along as she cleans up afterwards. Here she is, at the kitchen sink...
Oh, and here's a fun and rare moment -- three generations, all on one tiny screen!
Soon after, Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse. She is past her lunchtime, but there is always a fruit snack waiting for her here. Still lucky to be getting mangos and berries...
(Don't forget the baked stuff: ahah, you make the best cookies!)
(In between eating, there's play.)
(Ahah will you teach me how to dribble?)
And after our play time, I take her home and I linger there for a short drink with my older daughter, returning home to a dinner (of leftover soup) with Ed.
Many would say a shared meal is fabulous only when there is a crowd around a table, or in the alternative -- you're in a tête-à-tête with your sweetie, at your favorite gastro pub. Well now, I'm suggesting there are many ways to share food and drink with people you love. Agreed?
Later, much later, Ed pops corn and we watch the last episode (of season 1, so there'll be more!) of a very good but very gory British crime drama (Luther). I don't know why we found ourselves sucked into it, but we did. All I can say is that a lightweight comedy show always follows and closes the night for us.
In the course of the evening, indeed, the whole day, we think about the good people working 18-hour days to get us closer to a time when we can indeed be safely crowded around tables again. Thank you, all of you, down to the person who cleans the labs, or drives the bus to bring you home to your own families.
With love.
