she said, poignantly.....

picture by Pat Perrin, - dearly treasured

...amd what are you going to do tomorrow? asked my youngest son

as we ended our nightly chat from the Chilcotin.

I thought quickly - what am I going to do tomorrow???

Nothing sprang to mind.

Oh, I said, tomorrow is a surprise - I have no idea what

I will do tomorrow, but it will be something

that pleases me.....

And that's what it has come to.

I try to remain disciplined and keep my "shoulds"  in good order

and limit my commitments

so that each day is governed by that lovely question

What SHALL I do today!!!!!

I haven't yet reached the stage where I wander the streets, running my cane along fences

and picking other people's flowers,  but I definitely pick and choose

and I only really commit to things I consider very important

and anything involving family.

So last night, as I drifted off to sleep, I thought about tomorrow,

and what I would do after the obligatory pleasures of

the early morning hour in the garden -

and I thought how nice it would be to have some buttermilk biscuits

around for a few days, and what a pleasure

it would be to make them!

And I could write a little Stone about them - which

is something I am trying to do each day

(as an 'I shall' not an 'I should')

So I got the blue bowl out and the salt and flour

and rising ingredients,  turned on the oven to 450

and in no time at all they were done, baked and cooling on the counter.

I added a little water to the last of that delicious lamb stew I made 

the other day, and put it in the blender...

Presto - lamb and vegetable soup

and fresh baked biscuits

and all on a delightful whim and a fancy that came to haunt my drowsy thoughts.

Life is good if you are creative with the 'shall' philosophy

instead of the 'oh dear, I should, I should, I should!!'

Even better if you have a certain someone to share the biscuits with

(she said, poignantly)