Early in the morning, the rain smelled like the best smell in the whole world aside from the tops of my children’s heads, and the cooler temperatures were better than any medicine for my headache.
I opened all the windows up wide and right away Ralph and his dad started to complain. “It’s too cold!” they grumbled. Scout, on the other hand, was unfazed: “Cold doesn’t bother me anyway,” she sang in her best Queen Elsa voice, and complaints didn’t bother me either, because when there has been gastro in your house, fresh air is not negotiable. Put on more layers, boys.
While Mr B and the children started building the train set, I ventured alone to the organic food market to stock us up on fresh produce for the week.
I was supposed to pick up broccoli, cucumber, and carrots. I also came home with celery, apples, rhubarb, plums, zucchini, garlic, heirloom cherry tomatoes, basil, lemons, watermelon, a jar of freshly harvested honey, another jar of freshly pressed peanut butter, some more pink salt, half a baguette, two bagels, and some really cool patterned beeswax food covers.
But I forgot the cucumber.