Oh Sense-sational Sundays- did you think that I forgot you… not so, not so- well, maybe just a little bit- but not this week.

I see: flowers on the peas and beans that we have planted, little bits of red poking up from the ground as our radishes begin to ripen, the words from the book Reading Lolita in Tehran– it is wow- amazing.

I taste: blueberries- We went to Alma, Georgia’s blueberry festival yesterday and wow- blueberries are wonderful. I also enjoyed a lovely cheeseburger from the Nichol’s Diner along the way was also wonderful.

I touch: cotton yarn- I worked on knitting a dish cloth on the way to Alma yesterday- I love the feel of simple cotton yarn. It is just a wonderful thing.

I hear: Regina, Regina- Spektor that is- oh and some Ani Difranco- yummy, wonderful, sing it at the top of your lungs music. Always good for the soul. Always.

I smell: tomato plants- they smell so wonderful. When I was little I picked a green tomato- much to my mother’s frustration- I told her that it smelled ready- now I know why I must have thought that- tomato plants always smell ready. Wonderful- Truly.

I feel: good, nostalgic, in flux- yes still, impatient- and many other things whirling around at the moment that I just can’t put my finger on.

And so it goes…..