What? No pictures?
This morning, I was up and making homemade banh mi for today's crush. I remembered the bread, and the grilled chicken, and the tofu cooked in coconut milk, and the pickled vegetables, and the red pepper (I just wanted some), and the spicy mayonnaise, and the cilantro, and the sesame noodle salad, and the beer, and the potato chips--but I forgot my purse! And that's where my camera was.
Today, we crushed and pressed one and a half tons of Chardonnay grapes. And it went pretty quickly, but it was still a long day.
I am very grateful to the people who came to help. And for all their hard work. I am especially grateful to my daughter, who spent her Sunday loading grapes and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. She also made the noodle salad.
I am grateful that it didn't rain.
I am grateful for inspiration.
I am grateful for the Internet, which makes research possible from the sofa.
I'm grateful for my friend Angela, who did bring her camera on Friday and took some author photos for me.
I'm grateful for poems and for the desire to write, the chance at unlocking something.
I'm grateful for the cat curling up on my legs.
I am grateful, and I am kind of tired. Open the door. Open my heart.