Mrguy is down for the count again, and his weight is down to 176, cause I was not keeping on top of things while I had Covid and I'm currently not doing so well.
However I went outside after my nap and had a beautiful few minutes watering in the back yard. I was beyond surprised to see that my climbing Cecile Brunner was covered in blossoms. I'm finally going to have a thriving Cecile Brunner, and that fills me with such joy. The scent of those roses and old sweet freesias are the scent of my childhood. Also, it's a windy day and there were at least 5 limes on the ground near the tree. The lime tree is enjoying my watering, and is very productive. And as I have mentioned previously, the orange tree is producing for the first time since we moved here in 2013 and I cannot wait for our first oranges. My hands smell like limes and roses.
I rested for a while and watched part of a documentary about "The Day the Clown Cried", which I used to be obsessed with in the 1990s. Boy was it not interesting after the decades-long wait!
After my rest I wanted to make something yummy for mrguy using the chicken stock I made yesterday. I took the chicken that I picked off the bones and added it to an otherwise vegetarian soup recipe from the NYT, and earlier in the week I had frozen some small bits of salsa from last week's burrito order and I have been patting myself on the back about having done that. I added some of the tomatillo salsa to the soup, and it needed some brightening so I squeezed some lime juice into it, courtesy of the wind.
Those are the things that occupied my Saturday. Plus a little Top Chef, and a bit of sumo.
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