Light

I love the light of spring and summer.

 I am sure it has nothing to do with the fact that there IS light after 4 pm.

Or the smell of fresh cut grass.

Or the fact that there are other people out and about doing out and about things.

I think maybe I am an optimist because I can recall distinctly saying, "__________ is my favorite season!" ---For EVERY season! This usually happens at the beginning when the seasons are changing.  (I am quite sure that I like the change, maybe more than the season....?)

We just came back from Dairy Queen with Lionel where I ordered a Doggie Sundae for him for the first time going through the drive-thru (usually they just give him one once we pull up to the window....a little splash of ice cream with a milk bone stuck in it.)  Today is the day we learned that it is called a Pup Cup.

Love it.  Love the light. Love today.

Cocoony.

This is today.  Dreary. Chilly. Cocoony.

It makes you want to put on some comfy clothes that may or may not have seen better days.....you aren't going out in this, so what?
After a week off for Spring Break, the weather matches my mood.
Not in a Dreary Chilly way....more in a contented, relaxed, at peace sort of vibe.

It makes you want to do putter-y-time-consuming-but-low-overall-maintenance type deals.
Like make the Wee One's food for the week.

Or....I dunno....not do dishes right away.

Or do naughty things disguised as healthy things.
Granola?  Good for you.
All the granola? Not.
This is seriously that good of a granola. I love it so.
It does not always return the sentiment.

The Wee One might have the right idea for today.
Enjoy your day!

A Good Day.

No one says that anymore. "A good day to you, sir." "It was a good day." Today...today was a good day. For no particular reason, which is the best kind of good days. I walked with my mom and her friend this morning--a beautiful morn, crisp-ish, fall weather, yet warm enough to wear shorts, bright sun, fall leaves beginning to appear yet summer flowers sort of still blooming. Then I went to the co-op to buy bread flour because we are out and they sell it in bulk. I love the bulk food section at the co-op. All these things that I might like to try, but you know what.........I don't have to buy a big honking bag of it. I can take a taste size portion. It just makes so much sense.

Then to the cobbler. No one says cobbler anymore unless they are talking about desserts. I am here to bring it back. It just seems so much more civilized to say cobbler rather than shoe repair guy. Then, home to clean, roast more peppers, cook steel cut oatmeal for the week (We reheat it each morning: supes dupes good.), pickled some eggs (I hope these turn out better than the last...they were gross. Way too sweet, like there was a cinnamon or clove flavor or something. Ish.), still doing laundry, work on the powerball project, went to the goodwill to drop some stuff off, made pizza dough for supper, dug up the rosemary plant from the garden to pot so I can have it indoors this winter, walked Sophs, and just in general puttered. Tonight, we eat homemade pizza with homemade pepperoni and fresh mozzarella and roasted peppers. Then, we'll maybe watch a movie and just enjoy the evening. Tomorrow we are off to Fargo for family portraits, so it is good I got all that done. I am gonna gag pretty soon with all this positiveness oozing from me. But I do love me a productive day of puttering. Things that needed to be done, but that I was in the mood to do; serendipity, my friends, serendipity.

You can bet your sweet ass I made a list, though.