tomatoes, basil, mozzarella

Today was a decompression day.  I felt like I finally stopped trying to grab onto the fire hose that life was last week and simply turned off the water instead.  

I started thinking through some big things in the last couple of days in dealing with what I have been writing lately.  Mr. C recommended that I sit down and see if I could find a pattern in any of it and I have.  And I think I have found some semblance of organization too.  But we'll see what happens when I finally start laying it out on Friday, as tomorrow is taken up by a trip to Green Bay to stand next to some friends that recently lost their father.  (That right there is another huge thing that has me thinking...)

But tonight, I rested my brain.  I got home from work after going to the Red Cross to donate blood, which they didn't take because they couldn't find my appointment and weren't actually open at the time.  Weird.  But I have O- blood so they are always calling me.  Anyway, after that, I sat around for a bit, which was followed by a run.  Roommates came home and I got to hang out with them for a bit, but the better part of the night by far was the time spent wandering our yard and neighborhood.  One of my favorite things to do in the summer has always been sauntering around a yard.  This usually was my parents yard, but we actually have a smaller one this year and I have some plants growing around the house, so I watered them and checked to make sure the bunnies weren't getting them.  

There is something about a yard in the twilight of a summer evening--especially a cooler one like tonight is.  It just seems to erupt in character.  And the colors are always somehow more vibrant without direct like on them.  

This then lead to quick shower and a stroll around the neighborhood.  Amy came with me for the first bit of it, but I went off on my own after I dropped her off.  You see, I have a really funny habit of picking other people's flowers.  Now, sure, this might be considered stealing, but I like to think of it is them sharing the beauty that they have the ability to plant since they own their houses.  So I will usually pick one flower from every big patch of flowers that I find and this way, no one really notices.  Well, the bouquet that I got to night was absolutely stunning and incredibly fragrant.  I'll post a picture later.

I should really go to bed, as we have a long day tomorrow.  And I am also pretty sure this will be the last of my "not fairly intense" thoughts for a bit.  I realize these posts haven't contained much for content as of late.  But I've got a feeling that's all about to change again.