A weekly ritual of sensual reflection, adopted from Abby’s blog. Play along if you wish, in the comments or link to your own blog.
Seeing: Golden afternoon light…from indoors, this week. Couldn’t handle working continuously at this triple-ply in triple-digits, so brought the ol’ workhorse inside.
Touching: Dry, dry heat. No escaping it.
Hearing: Robins. Gobs of them. Or how about, a gob. It will be my new Term of Venery: today I heard a gob of robins.
Tasting: The first corn of the farmer’s market season. For as long as it lasts, I will not get enough.
Smelling: Oleander, oleander everywhere.
Feeling: Inspired. In a million different ways today. I really need to have a studio again.
We’ll be up north tomorrow, meeting a family and poking about their 10 secluded acres, the beginnings of a farm. They would love some help cultivating their dreams, another set of heads, hearts and hands to do the good work. Perhaps I will have more to say about that when we return…