Cold clear Winter Saturday
Walking our old yellow dog
Sharing her contentment over coffee
Polly wags glad to see us outside the shop
We bought ingredients.
Practising recipes designed for a camping trip for 20 people that will happen in September.
Dividing by 10 but adding more onion, garlic and spices.
Still water waits for a splash.
Our weekend is the same,
quiet island in a restless ocean.
I want to make stories of the gentle times.
Because it is good to know those stories.
It might be nice to see that moment later.
It is also a bit scary.
It feels unlucky to tell a story of happiness
in case it blows away.
Sunny Winter Sunday - holding it close =).