Saturday, October 9, 2010

Saturday Rhythm

Saturdays have a rhythm all their own.  With sweat still clinging to my body from an early morning spin class I went to the farmers market in Silverlake.  Although an eighth of the size of the one in Hollywood tomorrow I was out of produce and couldn't hold off.  I sipped on a coconut, papaya, kale and greens smoothie as I stuck a toothpick into a ripe, juicy peach.  Summer is still on my taste buds.  When my bag was too heavy on my shoulder I made my way home.  My house smells of roasted shallots, rosemary, zucchini and squash which will be blended with crushed tomatoes into a puree of vegetable soup.  The afternoon will continue to unfold leisurely, an errand or two will get accomplished, a new book may get opened, and the daily self portrait will get snapped.  Ah Saturdays.

1 comment:

  1. I can feel, see, and smell you and your house! "-)