Drinking a yogurt, mango, honey smoothie and listening to Mountaineer while packing the Wednesday baskets. Snacking on purple carrots which lost their tops in the untangling. Visits by a giant puppy. A Bienenstich cake picked up at the farmers market by my German mother-in-law waits in the fridge for my stomach to handle sugar again.

There are insects sounding outside of every window in our house. The air is sweet and warm. My feet are filthy from being bare on the cement floor of the barn half the day. As the sun sinks the flowers outside our kitchen glow golden. Perhaps this shall just be a blog dedicated to reminding myself why I am so very lucky. And why, even when I'm stuck up inside my head, I should remember, and be grateful.

And now, I must go buy jars to pickle beans and beets into. And more yogurt. And other nice things, all edible. Photos again soon (I've replaced my lens).