sugar...tonight ...
{I made peanut butter chocolate chip cookies to share.}
The chrysanthemums that grow in the backyard are "Dazzling Stacy," which is why I purchased them in the first place. I didn't know at the time that I would choose the perfect spot for them to get enough sun and water and they would come back year after year, because I do have a lot of other flowers that never come back. So nice to see them again.

For the past several weeks on Tuesday nights at nine o'clock in the evening my sister Kadee and I are dancing Bhangra, a type of Indian dance. Our instructor (a nice dental student with some moves) taught us that what we are learning is powerful and it is traditionally a masculine dance, to hold our arms higher, stronger, to smile while we're doing it, to shake our shoulders if we're comfortable. Last week we learned a series of moves that involved dancing with a partner, mine was Kadee. This seemed to bring us both a quiet joy as we faced one another dancing about, our moves intersecting with one another.
Tonight is our last class. Some evenings it is tough to muster up the energy to dance for an hour, an hour when I'm normally curled up on the couch, but I will miss this Tuesday night ritual. I don't know if the dental student will be back to teach over the summer, or if our schedules will be open, so with this last night I am grateful for the shared moments we've had in that hot, mirrored, wooded floor, music pumping room...the room where I danced with Kadee.
strawberries were picked and a pie will be made
While the weather changes from cloudy to sunny, then back to cloudy, I have been busy making whoopie pies for a dessert party tonight. They are soft like pillows, chocolately as chocolate can be and filled with the very best peanut butter frosting.





only one person in the whole world who...
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items in the shop, more to follow on Wednesday
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time with Hermie