The house smells like fresh bread once again. I emptied out part of my camera bag while the loaves were in the oven filling the house with the smell of bread baking. I have a new camera coming and I need to store the zoom lens that I usually use.
The bread finished up and we let it sit on the wire racks to cool off a tad. I remember the older women in the neighborhood used to fuss at us when we were kids warning that fresh baked bread fresh out of the oven was bad for you. I don’t care. The butter melts easy and I love it this way. I’ll suffer thru it somehow.
I found all of these maps and brochures from my last little jaunt and I love looking thru them once again.
A whole generation of people have come and gone. Then you add in a couple hundred years so you get more distance. But it doesn’t matter. It reminds us that someone came before us and thought something had beauty and worth and left it behind them to remind us that maybe our thoughts and their thoughts were not too far apart.
It’s breezy out there this morning. I can’t say that I wasn’t expecting it since the weather forecast said it was going to be like this. Still it kinda took me by surprise. The chill of the damp air cut to the bone and I zipped my coat up as high as it would go.
Monday mornings are such a bore. It’s hard to get motivated to do anything other than drink some coffee and surf the net. I’m looking at these 75 files and I really don’t want to do the audit on them. But I suppose they aren’t going to get done by themselves.
All in all I would much rather be sitting at a cafe in Brugges having lunch.
I built a couple of trellis’ to give the peas something to climb up. And of course it’s been raining on and off all day, so I installed them in the rain. But I didn’t mind that. It was a nice, warm and easy Spring rain. I didn’t mind so much about getting a tad damp. We’ll get thru this week and start planting peas come next weekend.
I did a bit of a tie-dye look with the frames for shits and giggles. I had leftover spray paint anyway after painting some flower pots for the girls and the frames needed sealed anyway. Maybe it’s a little act of rebellion for me.