Sensing the senses

It was another lovely week,

pale pink roses blooming in our garden

( the ones we were given as a wedding present

and planted on our * actual * wedding day.)

Coffee cups and books,

and wondering how I can get back here more often.

Yesterday I read

( in open mouthed ) amazement that

90% of people don't actually taste tea or coffee as they drink it.

They sit in coffee shops with their planners and

Moleskines and diaries drinking,

their minds  on other things,

and as they drink they swallow

without tasting!

How bizzare,

yet how wonderful.

Every sip of coffee I had yesterday,

I savoured.

Coffee without tasting?

That would be as soft a sound,

as weeping.



Happy Sunday, dears.



Reading
One hundred years of solitude
by  Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Drinking
( I'll let you guess)

Eating
A tiny cherry bakewell tart ( yum)

Dreaming of
our American trip, come November

Wishing
that a home would clean itself

Enjoying
summer sights, and sounds

Loving
Life and laughter

Mood
Really really happy