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the quotidian (3.30.15)
Monday, March 30, 2015 11:25
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Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
Dreaming of bacon.
(Or just grinning with relief that the pig fence is done.)
We are renaming her Fern.
He made the entire supper: roasted potatoes and sausages and scrambled eggs.
When we first drove over the bridge, my husband slowed the van to a reverential crawl.
“Just look at those timbers,” he whispered.
(Random fact: Virginia has 8 covered bridges; Pennsylvania has 197.)
New day, old barn.
Gentle giants: Belgians!
(Then again, they aggressively pummeled the stall doors with their massive hooves,
so maybe “gentle” isn’t the right word after all.)
Made-to-order breakfast for Grandmommy: blueberries, bananas, and milk.
Enchanting: an evening with friends.
This same time, years previous: wuv, tru wuv, on being together, Good Friday fun, warts and all, the boy and the dishes, cream puffs, oatmeal crackers, and coconut brownies. 
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-33015.html
