Ten. One Thousand & Twenty

1. Morning light creeping in.

2. I decide to reheat a biscuit and slather it with butter. Oranges.

3. They’re still sleeping and this quiet is just right for a Sunday.

4. Still a little cool, even in the sun, but I crave the fresh air. Their roses are deep fuschia and bursting. I also have new yellow blooms. Nature keeps on giving.

5. I type out the list of questions, move them around, think about the logistics of things. I’m just happy to finally have it on the schedule.

6. The heat of the sun on my bare legs.

7. Kale and mustard greens and swiss chard, broccolini. I will need to find a good recipe for kohlrabi. Potatoes and oranges are welcome. Wine is an added delight.

8. I tell him we’re going to have to start rethinking how we buy from them because, well, they aren’t good people. And we shouldn’t give them our money.

9. I can’t offer what I think they really need and that feels disheartening. I think back to the article that said how much his wealth has accrued during the pandemic and think about all the good that could be done with it. I shake my head.

10. Early to bed. Is it just a case of the Sundays?