Thursday, 15 July 2010

The clove-scent of a bunch of stocks is filling the room.
A fresh breeze is blowing outside, such a relief.
I walked across the park for a crusty loaf from an old-fashioned baker.
I am going to toss a salad of spinach, chicken and chorizo and eat it off my lap, reading Olive Kitteridge.
So not a bad day, even if it hasn't been very exciting.


Joan Hunter Dunn said...

A feast for the senses day...

mary said...

I hadn't thought of it like that, Joan, but I suppose it was!