“I am content; that is a blessing greater than riches; and he to whom that is given need ask no more.”
~ Henry Fielding
I head out to the deck, where it’s deliciously hot, with a new book Gerry just brought home from the mailbox, and settle in to read while the pressure canner is cooling. I’ve been in the kitchen all day; I’m tired.
Gerry heads to the sofa with his iPad. He’s been to the gym then driven an hour-and-a-half to visit his mom and made the return trip; he’s tired.
Later, I return to the kitchen and lift eighteen pints of vegetable soup from the canner to the countertop where they stand in line like soldiers with the jars of salsa I made earlier in the day.
We eat junk for dinner. In a home where the freezer and shelves are filled with all manner of fruits, vegetables, soups, and other nutritious food I throw up my hands in surrender and Gerry drives down the hill for burgers.
I chat on the phone with Daughter and Granddaughter while he’s gone.
We eat, then settle in and watch music and dance on America’s Got Talent for a while.
It’s been a full day. We rest well. Content.