Headed out earlier and stopped at a farm-stand. I so love that experience. There's something "grounding" about being able to purchase seasonal food grown locally direct from the harvest. It somehow feeds something in my soul. And then later feeds my body. I guess that connection is for my whole being. Sound sappy? Yes, perhaps it does. But it just feels good to me. (A favorite memory: driving through South Carolina and buying the most ginormous fresh peaches - and being frustrated at the wasted juices dripped down my arms and onto the ground. I can almost taste it still.)
It's almost soup season!
Paint the interior of the house? Or splurge on a once-in-a-lifetime trip across the pond? It frightens me to even think of it. Then my reason steps in and says why not? Be adventuresome! Make some brand new memories! The Husband is much braver than I.
I'm grateful today for middle of the night storms that remind me how snug and safe I feel inside our comfortable home. For rain that nourishes the earth. For gorgeous sunrises. For roses. And for arms that hold me tight and ease some heart-pain. For selflessness.
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