à bientôt

Hard frost is coming.

Last blooms of the season. See you later lovelies, your long rest is near.

What Feeds the Soul

It rained today. It's been two months almost to the day since rain has touched my little bit of parched earth. It's not enough, but it will do. The sound of rain to ears which have sought it is like a big warm hug from someone you love. It made my day.

So that being the case, I got busy with food. A day like this sparks the instinct to cook and bake, for me anyway. I couldn't find a happier task on a rainy day. I strew flour over several surfaces, peeled, cored and mixed. Kneaded, simmered and tasted my way through this day. It was wonderful, this day of the simple pleasure of food preparation. There was not a ladder, paint brush or manure fork to be seen!

Is there anything more satisfying to the senses than a freshly baked apple pie just out of the oven? The aroma alone is worth the effort involved, but fortunately I get to eat it and not just smell the goodness.

Fresh bread awaiting dinner, how good is that.

Chicken noodle soup. About as fine a way to end the day as I can think of. I do enjoy a good soup.

I am nearly done with the strenuous task of house painting. This, along with my horse and barn duties has kept me busy and tired. I'm glad I tackled it, but I will be very happy to see the end of this for the season. I'm not what I used to be, but I'm still in the game and thankful for it.

I hope you all are well and life is being kind. 

The 99 Percent

A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history. ~Mohandas Gandhi


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