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the quotidian (3.16.15)
Monday, March 16, 2015 11:26
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Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
I ate it like there was no tomorrow: winter salad mix.
If cooking broccoli, make extra. It always gets eaten.
Deb’s pi day pie was an abject failure: the oatmeal tasted like stale play dough.
(The black bottom part, however, was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.)
One week ago.
Today it’s over 70 degrees and the kids are begging to go swimming.
Look at all those bare feet!
A sure sign winter is fading: washing supper dishes in the blinding sunshine.
Pre-show entertainment: putting on the stage make-up.
This same time, years previous: smiling for dimples, bolt popcorn, warmth, from my diary, cornmeal blueberry scones, my reality, enhanced, cherry pie. bedtime ghost stories, a religious education, and butterscotch pudding. 
Jennifer Jo lives with her husband John and their four children on five acres in rural Virginia where she (kinda-sorta-maybe) homeschools the kids, gardens, bakes, and reads. You can find more of her musings and lots of recipes at her web-log mamasminutia.blogspot.com.
Source: http://www.jennifermurch.com/2015/03/the-quotidian-31615.html
