Summer Breakfast

photo by Ashley

Today I felt like I was visiting with an old friend. Last summer I had a breakfast just like this nearly every day. Heirloom tomatoes, lightly salted and sourdough toast heavily buttered. Mmm... It's just so good. Our tomatoes got off to a slow start this year so these are from the Farmer's Market. Except that little white cherry tomato, that's straight from the garden. It's a Snow White. And the others are Aunt Ruby's German Green (one of the prettiest tomatoes I have ever seen. It has pink marbling in the heart of it!) and Hillbilly. That one is so good. Thankfully, we finally have some coming off our bushes. Sungold, which is one of the sweetest and best tasting of the cherry tomatoes and Black Princes which are especially good with sourdough toast. I love tomatoes (and sourdough toast), can you tell? I am finding I must take pleasure in the little things in the midst of all that is going on around here. A little remodeling, moving the laundry room, two plumbers, painting the living room, teaching the two year old that cutting your own hair is a BIG no-no, and all the normal stuff of life like laundry and meal planning and marriage and child-raising feel like a bit much at times. And I tend to not be a relaxed person by nature. So I am focusing on growing in that area. It's a stretching time, I tell you. My husband recently put a challenge before me: just relax for two weeks. Not the R & R, vacation, lay-in-a-hammock type of relaxation (although I wouldn't turn that down right now!), but relaxing in the moment, no matter the circumstances. So, if the two year old gives himself a haircut, someone forgets to take out the trash, the two year old helps himself to a few swigs of chocolate syrup while I'm painting and the chicken eggs get left outside for the cats to play with, I am just to relax. I can do anything for two weeks, right?