Seeing: Balloons still lingering. 20 cents a pop for Hi-Loft sure has gone a loooooooooong way. A certain someone has them tied to his chair at the kitchen table and feels like a king at every meal.
Hearing: New bird calls in the night. I wonder who is making them.
Tasting: Rhubarb sorbet. Oh, my heavens, YES.
Touching: Smooth, silky garlic scapes, feathery carrot tops and all the tiny fruits around the garden. Help me. I cannot stop petting the baby food.
Smelling: Freshly baked raisin-walnut bread I can’t eat, but I appreciate C’s artistry nonetheless. Watching the boys enjoy it is just about as good as taking a bite myself.