I finally tended to the carrots we harvested from our backyard garden many weeks ago. They’ve been resting on the back deck waiting for me to get a burst of energy and turn my attention to them. This morning I brought them in, washed, and chopped some for soup and others for munching, and the rest I tucked in a reusable bag in the crisper drawer of the refrigerator. It feels good to have them done. It also felt good to putter in my kitchen. Odd as it may seem, chopping carrots helps support my mental health.
I feel as if I should be offering you more than just a glimpse into my day with these posts but, on the other hand, I’m nostalgic for the “old days” of blogging when that’s pretty much what it was all about. We connected back then, in ways that quick updates on divisive social media platforms never managed to duplicate. I’m getting kinda tired of anti-social media. How ’bout you?
Anyway . . .
Chopped vegetables are sitting on the counter ready for me to toss them in the Instant Pot for soup. Bread dough is rising on the countertop. Murphy is sleeping beside me and Maya is doing the same on the floor in front of me. Chica (the cat) is downstairs somewhere. Gerry is hiking. Laurinda is working. Makiya is at school. All are well and accounted for.
I’m going to publish this post and then pop around and visit some favourite blogs.
And that’s my quiet Wednesday afternoon.