Must be about 5.

No one is awake when we leave for the grocery store.

Three hot air balloons dotting the horizon. The sky is clear, but the mountains and hills look as if they are covered in a haze. It’s a California dream.

No flowers this time.

I gather the ingredients for the custards. Ice cream number one: eggs, milk, cream, vanilla bean. I cream number two: eggs, milk, cream, vanilla, ginger.

Deseeding kumquats. No music. Quiet kitchen. I miss just standing in the kitchen making.

More laundry.

Every week I feel like I’m sitting in on a secret. Grateful.

What went well? What didn’t go well? What do I want to focus on?

Thumbs up on the ice cream from everyone.