I’m feeling exceptionally poetic today.
Not particularly articulate, but poetic.
So here’s to the good stuff –
like screen porch naps on warm October afternoons…
(Cell phone pic)
like men with dogs…
like the word “persimmons”…
like sticking your hand in a colander full of cooked noodles…
like fuzzy bees…
like babies with cell phones…
like my office… wherever it happens to be.
I’m sitting in my backyard office and it smells like fall.
I think I’m starting to be okay with that.
And even if I’m not, I will deal because my office has wine.
Does anyone else like to stick their hands in colanders of cooked noodles, or is that just me? What kind of stuff are you oding these days?