…and then there’s the day when I actually blow up six eggs because I forget to turn the burner off. Eggs explode!
…and the cool morning when I think a cup of hot milk will warm me but I head out to the garden, forgetful once again, and that night I spend an hour scraping out my little metal milk pot…
…and the croutons. Things just wouldn’t be all that glorious if we didn’t have our moments of loss and burnt toast.
Hope your day is filled with the Bright Side of Things, friends!
(Not charred croutons…)
The Woman and the Wheat 