My Idea of Bliss

Ambling around this Bonnard garden.

Riding with a young daughter to school one April morning on bicycles, slow, single file, the wheels not absolutely steady, along a dappled almost-country road.

Or, crossing Deer Creek on a palomino, headed for a little track up into the foothills, while others are leaving for work.

Another yummy Spinach, Mushroom, Gruyère Strata, shared with friends on an outdoor table.  A late weekend breakfast, maybe.  Thinking about the interesting idea that stale bread soaks up the eggs and milk more readily, as if the drier bread is thirsty for their sustenance.

Lying in the grass, watching swallows circling high above me overhead.


image:   Pierre Bonnard, Garden Path