. . . bless this evening bliss

. . . Yesterday evening we cycled six miles to the neighboring town to pick up the 3 lbs. of heirloom tomatoes accidentally left out of my box at the organic co-op.

In that sentence are several of the things that make this place I live the place for me.

It was a beautiful evening. . . .

[keep reading:  “little blisses“]

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