Five-Senses Friday
Today I am…
tasting: oat flakes and dried blueberries and milk; soon: tea with memories of England
seeing: dark limbs showing through thinning, amber leaves; pumpkins and mums on neighbors’ porches; grass spotted with brown leaves; infectious, toothless baby smiles
smelling: traces of tea tree oil in my still damp hair; dogs in need of a bath
feeling: damp hair against my bare neck; a slight chill in the autumn air; warm, soft baby skin; the smooth, polished wood of a rocker used by generations of women in my family
hearing: Jeff’s voice on a work call coming through the floor boards; dogs barking out the window at some perceived threat; the hum of the baby monitor, and now the hiccups and squeaks that let me know a certain little boy is awake and in need of his mama
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