* Yogi tulips in our kitchen, stretching and bending towards the light
This morning there was chocolate mint tea with a dear friend and this afternoon brought thunder and hurried raindrops after months of absence. In this breath I am grateful for a husband home again after another week away, this time in Shanghai and Tokyo. I am grateful for the sound of my mother's cheerful voice on the phone, the funny dog curled up in his bed by my side, and spaghetti squash with marinara (made with rosemary and oregano from the garden) for dinner.
Life is sweet. I hope for you too.