The setting of the book is lovely and captivating. There was so much talk of earthy food, walking, weather, old buildings, and yearning that I felt compelled to go out at 10 p.m. in search of yeast so I could bake several loaves crusty, homemade bread to eat with cheese, minestrone, and fresh strawberries.
When can I come over? Actually, I made beef and cabbage soup myself yesterday. I am finding that the hardest thing about being single for me, at least in my current situation - house I'm unloading, only dependent being seriously independent D16, is that I have nowhere to express my nesting instinct. My cow is going stir-crazy. I am pretty much compelled to bake a couple apple pies today so that I can bring one to GP. Also, I can't stop thinking about how much better his living room would look if it had a touch of red and a few plants. That man is in serious danger of a bovine invasion. Of course, it's half his fault because he says things like "Do you think you might like living somewhere like this?"
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
