I’ve just been baking a coffee cake while listening to a saxophone playing Gershwin songs. It’s warm enough to have bare feet on the wooden kitchen floor, to have the front door open, to sit outside and lick the bowl, to smell the peonies on my window sill as I sit and write this post.
And this is the view down the lane where we live…
Aren’t I lucky?
(Post script on Gaza – I don’t think we will ever know the truth about what happened on that boat, but we DO know there’s a humanitarian crisis in Gaza, and that the blockade is blocking the necessary aid from getting in.)
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