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