Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Seven
Sleeping in.
Having the foresight to do the hard stuff on the front end so that the back end is much easier.
Sunny Saturday errands. Handwritten lists. Two mugs topped off with frothy vanilla oat milk.
We must go back, so we throw in lunch because he has wine to deplete. The way the light is filtering through the canopy is perfect. Brioche with honey and rosemary, and Normandy butter. Mussels and french fries. A citrus pavlova.
Always feeling like it’s never enough.
Fat-tailed squirrels digging in my plants.
It’s Open That Bottle Night. I pick out the 2022 Salty Goats Fort Ross Seaview Pinot Noir. Pleasantly surprised. The perfect bottle to open for a person like me who needed to be surprised and delighted again by a glass of wine.
Really wanted them to lose.
Finding the words.
So many things I don’t want to forget to say and yet there is only so much time. Trusting that I’ll say what’s most important.
