Monday, October 6, 2014

More Good Medicine

Taking a page from Chelsia's book...


Alarm-less mornings, flannel sheets, cozy husband snuggles, fuzzy kitten snuggles. Water the first thing in my mouth, as many gulps as I can manage, then coffee, the good kind. Unexpected sunshine. Using up all the leftovers and they’re so delicious. Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes. Lunch outside. Bike rides up hills and down. Chairs on wheels. Palms overflowing with Sun Gold tomatoes, each one exploding on my tongue like August even when August has past. Cool air that turns warmer after a dunk in a Great Lake, wading back to shore against the breeze. Chickens that lay two eggs a day. Mailbox full of mail. Hot shower. Cold shower. Exposed brick. Art Deco bookcase for ten dollars. Box wine. Shortbread. Full freezer. Full shelves of canned tomatoes, peaches, pickles, jam, ketchup, pears, applesauce. Glass of water, no ice, no straw. Warm slippers. Back to bed.

1 comment:

  1. Love this! "each one exploding on my tongue like August even when August has past" -- perfect.
    And HEAR HEAR for Mr. Cumberbatch. :)

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