Thursday, September 2, 2021: Hostess gift received; unique and given with such thought.
Monday, September 6, 2021: My homegrown tomatoes take my thoughts to my dear mother. I always smell them first, like she did. She also taught me to lightly crush the leaves and smell the tomato plant’s essence. I miss her so.
Wednesday, September 15, 2021: That morning light, the shadows. Light fades into shadow — it always attracts me.
Sunday, September 19, 2021: Keeping in touch across the miles. Mailing one of my own postcards.
Wednesday, September 22, 2021: Sometimes making a simple pan of buns can make me so happy. I gave the neighbours half a dozen of these too.
the rolls look like the yeast rolls my grandmother used to make. i have the recipe. perhaps i’ll make some soon.