Today I snuck a rare day off work, on a random Thursday, because despite the mountain of work that always threatens to bury me, there was nothing that couldn’t wait one more day. It was a perfect day to be off, dawning crisp and cold like autumn even though it’s only August.
I had a lazy tour around the farmer’s market and was delighted to find the season’s first apples, smelling like orchards and fall.
I brought my treasures home, and supper was a veggie buffet, with sweet corn, sautéed zucchini, heirloom tomatoes with basil, and sweet watermelon.
I ended my work-free day with a walk at dusk, in the chill of the evening.
