Our little cottage on Widder Island smells of fresh baked bread, (I’m thinking of starting an irregular series of posts called ‘Mrs Widds Bakes’!) and fresh cut grass.
The rain has stopped long enough for our front lake to revert to a yard and there’s even bits of blue sky floating among the tumbling clouds. (I do have my doubts about those blue bits though)
There’s a tray of large-cut veggies baking in the oven. (liberally seasoned with our own version of cajun seasoning)
I’ve managed to write a couple’a hundred words for the first book in my ‘Prime Species’ series, Bel and the Knight Whiskey Runners. (aka Lesbians in Spaaaaace)
My lungs are still not up to a lot of exertion or evening air so I’m winding down my day with a smile on my face. (days like this one are to be treasured, savoured, marrow-sucked even, ‘cos who knows what tomorrow will bring)
I wish you a day like today, wherever you are in the world and whatever you are doing. 🙂
For your viewing pleasure … courtesy of the folk at io9: