Our little cottage on Widder Island smells of fresh baked bread, 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 new novel.
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. 🙂