yellow lawn, raisin challah French toast, boulder to birmingham
1. The lawn is just as it should be at this time of year: drought-yellow, scattered with curled brown leaves of hackberry and rose. I pour it a deep long drink, and the grass laps up the water like a dog at its bowl.
2. Without even stopping to shower, before the kids wake up, I make myself raisin challah French toast.
3. I want to slow my body rhythms, ease off from the endless self-interruption, the food-gobbling, the ever-up-and-down chore-running. Well, at least my earworms are at a slower tempo:
2. Without even stopping to shower, before the kids wake up, I make myself raisin challah French toast.
3. I want to slow my body rhythms, ease off from the endless self-interruption, the food-gobbling, the ever-up-and-down chore-running. Well, at least my earworms are at a slower tempo:
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