I thought about blueberry lemonade, but the blueberries from the farmer’s market are too good to be popsicles. I want to eat them by the handful fresh.
Instead, I paired pink grapefruit juice with minced peppermint from the garden and a hint of vodka at the top.
Some mornings when I sit for meditation, the goddess incarnated as cat decides it is time for a twenty minute belly rub. Though I might do so meditatively and though her name is Uma, it is not quite meditating.