Be still my beating heart...

Fragments of my week...

I'm having a love affair with srirachi sauce. the perfect barefoot breakfast, eaten on the porch in the new morning glow, trees dripping with the night's dew. Before I can take a bite, our neighbor kitty saunters by with a fresh mouse in her jaws, found in the field behind the barn, her favorite place to hunt. We nod, both knowing we are about to eat something delectable...

sleep of the innocent...I must have been a kitty in a past life because I too love sleeping like this. I can nap just about anywhere, but my current favorite spot has been in my husband's studio, tucked into his sleeping bag. I pour myself a large mug of steaming, salty, bone broth, slide my legs into the warm pillows of fabric and sip until I can't keep my eyes open. The sounds of him sawing thin pieces of metal, beveling edges, or cutting strips of metal sounds like a lullaby...

"red sky at night, sailor's delight!"