I open the door and smell the potent fragrance of fresh basil leaves. The scent fills my house and leaves me content, more relaxed, wanting Italian food. Thanks to the generosity of a friend who is going out of town tomorrow, I will enjoy her share of just-picked garden vegetables and herbs this weekend.
When my toast (no time for an Italian snack tonight) is done, I spread homemade freezer jam on top and savor every sweet strawberry bite. It is tremendously good, and a wonderful gift in exchange for a small act of service.
The weather is perfection this evening - it's a stay-up-all-night-and-go-for-a-walk type of night, beautiful and cool, clear skies and penetrating stars - and it makes me grateful to be alive.
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- Boston
- I feel drawn to share some of what I learn from life's adventures with you. I write for love of writing and the creative outlet it provides. The perspective is one of a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
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