i woke up this morning thinking about dinner.
sun through my window,
and a breeze,
air warming up by the minute, though.
good bread from the market, yesterday.
lots of fresh greens.
wine in the fridge.
pie on the counter.
but what? what will make a meal of all of this?
what will make a meal worthy of calling friends, stopping neighbors on their way around the park with the dog... "plans for tonight? music later on?"
and so,
i remember something i read a while ago,
and the colander full of little tomatoes on the table,
and it starts to come together in my head.
before breakfast,
but certainly not before tea,
i am smashing garlic
and stripping rosemary from its branch
and sprinkling sea salt.
and then i walk away for a few hours.

when we're ready, later,
after sunday full of walks and cleaning out the garage and swinging from the tree in the park,
there will be dinner.
and there will be friends
and there will be music.


but first,
there will be breakfast.


enjoy sunday! thanks for reading.
tt