Ordinary Days — Donna Hopkins

There is a long string of ordinary days. We drop off our car that has yet another nail in the tire for repair. We pick up the next to the last CSA box of the season and it’s loaded with gala apples. We look forward to our afternoon snack of an Outshine popsicle. I wonder if we will trade popsicles for pumpkin flavored hot chocolate as fall temperatures set in. We do a load of laundry. He cooks dinner. I do my exercises. The boys will call after work as they drive home to tell us all about their days. Life hums along. I find this all very soothing.