I return to work this week. Just a few hours here and there but it will be work. I have always wondered about those calendars that ask if you want the week to begin on a Sunday or a Monday? I think of Sunday as the beginning of the week – the time I take to get ready. But maybe it is the end? This week was a blur of inactivity due to the heat. As it let up a bit this weekend, I headed back to the trail for a walk and a bike ride. And to pick some blackberries. They grow wild along the trail and I have been watching to see when they would be ready. It is hit and miss at this point but enough to make the thorns worth the battle. Last night I made a blackberry sauce for our grilled chicken. Tonight it will be sorbet. The color is just too beautiful.
I begin this week with a new book for the Random Reading Challenge and a return to Salon Sundays. My first book is Bread Alone by Judith Hendricks, another story of the healing power of baking. I guess it would be a Spice of Life read too.
The berries are cooling – the grill is ready for the bratwursts- time for a bit of reading- a glass of wine. Week-ending seems right.
lining up my words 