My days are very rarely a picture of domestic bliss. We are tired and whiny, often angry and overwhelmed like the rest of the world. Just a disclaimer, which I'm sure most people knew anyway.
There are days though, I am able to find and focus on one or two moments that were really just about perfect. They are moments and they do pass but today there were several and today I needed them.
It's been a cool, mostly bright day. Odd for July, but a nice break from warm weather. I am loving this strange summer we've had with its low humidity and breaks from the heat. Perfect.
It seemed like a good day for some homemade bread, which we were out of anyway. The weekend phenomenon at our house: No bread, milk or cereal. Always happens. I found this recipe which was originally for a bread machine but it worked just fine by hand.
While the dough was rising, we got outside for a walk/ride to the neighborhood "park". Drew rode his bike all the way which was a first for him. He was thrilled with his accomplishment.
We walked down the trail there looking for wildlife of any sort but didn't find much. We did find some blackberries though, which we brought home to enjoy with our bread.
I remembered that we had some heavy cream on hand from making ice-cream earlier this week (which, by the way, was a total disaster, ending in a trip to the dentist for me), which we used to make butter. Easy as pie. Put the cream in a jar and shake it. Or give it to your toddler who will shake it once and clasp it to himself like hidden treasure until you pry it from him.
The smell of bread baking, the taste of bread with homemade butter. Can't get much better than that.
My day got even better at the mailbox when I found this much anticipated arrival. I haven't done much knitting lately and I have a project in mind. My fingers are itching.