A Monday off, a lazy day.
Mother Nature can’t make up her mind today,
Brilliant sunshine followed with blizzards,
snow filling our view outside
Then the sunshine returns and the snow that fell, blows,
drifting filling the driveway and then blowing away.
Our wind-chimes are singing, the notes clear and pure.
I don’t recognize the song, though I am sure I have heard it before.
We are relaxing today, the weekend was busy.
Today is an inside day, for the most part.
Aimee and I made lunch, it seemed a feast. Jill watched.
She is determined to, as she says, cook like us.
She just gets so annoyed that we don’t have recipes.
So she takes notes now.
We made a noodles and ground beef soup, I love this soup.
Montreal smoked meat covered with mozzarella cheese,
melted under a grill, on a black bread bun, covered with sesame seeds.
Jill made pages of notes and then sighed when she bit into the bun.
She told Megan that she could make this now,
and showed Megan pages of notes.
Megan asked where she was going to get the noodles.. and the tomatoes..
as she read the notes, or the buns and dills that we had on our plates…
or the wine, that was in the soup, two kinds even, she pointed out.
Jill growled and said she will figure that out too. She is a good note taker.
Megan just smiled and ate her soup, and her grilled bun sandwich… and winked.
Aimee looked at the notes and scratched out wine and itemized them..
she is very thorough.