Sunday: coffee, blocks: buildings built and destroyed, yoga, tacos, photo shoot, baked winter squash, eggs and toast, tempranillo, Farmer Boy, gospel spirituals on American Routes: Wade in the Water, ginger tea.
Around noon, the little one and I made a last minute trip to the store. We filled the cart with tomatoes, cheese, and winter squash in orange, green, and gray. He munched on tomatoes and green beans while I tried to fit every squash variety into the cart. Back home, I made more pie because it was Friday and we all needed more pie.
He passed the wooden spoon off to me like a relay baton; the pasta race was on the clock. A pot of tomato sauce married from three different jars simmered on the back burner while the salted pot of water took its sweet time to boil. L was reading on the couch when I ran out to tell the others dinner would be ready soon. The little one took off with his trike like an arrow aimed at defiance, a toddler favorite.