Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Oh, How I Wish I Could Call This My Own
Perfect Potager. I like to imagine the sound of walking on the gravel paths. Can you get a sense of the size by the owner in the very top right of center? And the two benches. Sigh....
When I watch Masterpiece Mystery, my favorite thing is when the detective walk on pea gravel. Up to the big house, university or car park. I also like when they sit outdoors drinking tea or beer---mostly Detective Lewis and the tall blond guy. But before they can drink or sit--they have to walk on the gravel. Crunch, crunch...crunch.
G decided on chicken soup for supper. So I went to the grocery to get celery. I had everything else. Always prepared to make chicken soup--his favorite. I had a bowl of vegetable soup for lunch and have no idea what I will have for supper. Perhaps more vegetable soup.
I'm still worn out from yesterday, so I'm going to try and read a book--or just sit quietly and close my eyes. It would be super wonderful if I fall asleep--but napping is something I have never, ever been able to do. Even as a baby.
And speaking of babies--they had the cutest, tiny little baby yogurts at the grocery. Sort of a large thimble size. Yo Baby. My Sam loved pineapple Gerber yogurt back in 1969/70. When she was being fussy I would pull a jar out of the cupboard, show it to her, pop the cap and she was on her very best behavior.