Just returned from picking up my CSA basket for the week, and it put me in a much better mood. I feel a bit bad for Maryellen, the farmer/attorney upon whom I unleashed a torrent of woe and angst. Next week I'll let her know how her cucumbers turned my world around. If I can't have summer sun, I can enjoy the tastes of summer - cukes and tomatoes plucked from the vine this morning.
I'm cooking up a curry with the potatoes from last week's basket, and roasting the beautiful broccoli. Oh, and my love just delivered a glass of wine. A very, very good man.
Later, I think I will tie dye. Or maybe bead. Something creative!
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