High Summer Sunday
An absolutely perfect day. No other way to describe it. We got up late and strolled the two blocks or so to the flea market where I bought some most excellent samosas. It was 25°C (77°F) and sunny; a heavy rainstorm last night had cleared the air of humidity and there was a gentle breeze.
In the afternoon we went to Harvey's Big Potato for fresh produce. "You can't get corn much fresher than that," Husband commented, as the field workers dumped ears of corn just taken from the fields into the bin. I bought beet greens, yellow zucchini, red onion, and about 3 kilos (about 6.5 pounds) of small new potatoes for under five dollars. All that healthy food for so little money. It really reinforced for me how blessed we are to live here.
And then - Husband visited a couple of stores and bought a power tool. And later, he barbequed dinner. With the mesquite chips and the whole nine yards. He's an excellent barbeque chef.
I mean, how much more perfect does a day get than that?
"None more perfect".