{see}
{hear}
on a crisp and quiet early morning in abingdon, the wind whistled through the trees and a fountain softly gurgled and splashed. even though it was way too early for actors, i imagined i heard muffled voices in rehearsal inside the theatre. echoes of way too many hours of shakespeare in my lifetime.
{smell}
also i cannot get enough of nag champa. my house smells like peace and love.
{taste}
harvest table is a farm-to-table restaurant in tiny meadowview, virginia. i discovered it while on a work trip in southwestern virginia. friends, it is not easy to eat vegetarian or organic in some parts of virginia. harvest table is a lifesaver and my new favorite place to eat. locally-sourced organic whole foods are used to create simple and splendid dishes.
case in point (above): frittata with caramelized onions, goat cheese, heirloom green zebra tomatoes and greens.
i devoured the plum bread pudding with fresh cream before i remembered to take a photograph.
they take food stewardship seriously, even putting up their own sauces, spices and herbs.
(purchased above-mentioned nag champa spritzer in the general store.)
{touch}
handfuls of leaves.
warm mugs of chai.
ugg-snuggled toes.
