These are days...

First day of Farmer's Market this morning! It was packed, and full of beauty. Then an afternoon of canning pickled beets (it turned out to be eighteen pounds after the tops were cut off). I was feeding horses this evening, and all the sudden a thought appeared in my head, as though it belonged to someone else. Like a banner drawn by a plane at the beach, it just floated by in the sky of my mind. 'i could do this every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn't be enough.'

Enough said.