A good day starts off with waking up at just the right time, not too early and not too late,
after a good night's sleep.
{And with my new-found insomnia, a night of good sleep is a very good thing}
The kids watching cartoons and Eric watching the Tour de France while
I make french toast for everyone.
French toast and hot coffee and a little Pinterest daydreaming.
Eric and the kids are working in the yard when I remembered the Farmer's Market.
I never remember the Farmer's Market in time, but today I did.
Yipppeee!
{ummm...yeah, that's really close... too close. ouch.}
A solo drive on a sunny day, looking at big fluffy clouds and listening to Rumours.
Loud...because it's only me in the car.
I leave the Farmer's Market with peaches, green beans, mustard greens and red onions.
And a bouquet of flowers for me; zinnias and some other flowers that I have no idea what
they are, and herbs. Oh, the basil smells so good. I do love basil.
My flowers are now in a pitcher on my dining room table, flowers instantly make me happy.
they are, and herbs. Oh, the basil smells so good. I do love basil.
My flowers are now in a pitcher on my dining room table, flowers instantly make me happy.
It was a good, good day.
I love Saturdays.









