On Saturday we slept in until a bit after 8 a.m. It's good to do that now and again and I am grateful we had the chance to do it.
We have an abundance of homegrown tomatoes courtesy my in-laws. They are tasty, and that is good. They can go into so many things and lately, they have: corn and tomato salads often with zucchini, too; a potato and tomato casserole; something similar but with zucchini rather than spud; an egg, cheese, and bread casserole from a batch of bread that did not work out; lazy cabbage rolls that took care of a bit of leftover meatloaf; tomato soup; and the most magnificent Greek salads of the year.
The cooler, overcast weather is not good for farmers, but for writers like me it's not so bad. It has helped me think about my current WIP. It's off in a new direction from the original, and that's good, too.
Life is good. Sometimes the good is obvious. Other times one need only look at a different angle to find it.
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