+ Her Barefoot Heart

my day, in 1 (well, 5 actually) sense(s) of the word

what i saw:

this picture of my mother taken last summer. i was driving the boat. i think it’s easy to see why i ran into that dock.

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what i tasted:

crispy, crispy, crispy bacon done just right. wasn’t burnt, didn’t move when i picked it up.

 

what i heard:

laughter.

lots and lots and lots of laughter – my sides required ben gay –  as my brother and i visited our own special planet and conjured up images and tales of a gang of 3 geese who are bad to the bone . . . i mean, feather.

i guess you had to be there.

 

what i felt:

the cool, smooth silk hand-dyed by my talented friend glennis.

 

what i smelled:

my leftover christmas candle burning. who says sugar cookie scent is seasonal?

1 Comment

  1. emma

    Now I know where you get your zest for life. Who cares about the dock? 😉

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