Summer weekends are something special, aren't they? Each June, I am pleasantly reminded how it feels to breathe in the balmy breeze through the open kitchen window; how the neighborhood positively shimmers during a evening walk to the local pizza joint; how peaches and radishes radiate brilliance from their humble position on the farm stand table.
I found myself with plenty of downtime this weekend, which is always a welcomed relief from the day to day hum. A tiny white butterfly followed me all the way from my house to the train station on Saturday afternoon: I was convinced this signified something, though I couldn't begin to tell you what. I also decided that becoming a professional recipe taster at Trader Joe's just might be the best job ever.
Lately, all of the little moments that make up life in the summertime feel synonymous to the beautiful bellowing of church bells late in the afternoon.