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