You don't look especially intelligent sucking on the buttons on your cardigan but I try not to judge.
My grandmother used to make excellent shortbread. She'd melt the butter and sugar together using the heat of her bare hands, massaging it between her fingers until it all melded together uniformly. They were so buttery and tender and delicious. They would have been perfectly worthy of becoming little Totoros.
I love going on vacation when I get a chance to spend some time at a bed and breakfast. I know this is breakfast for a tot, but I like to think it's a magical house in the woods where I can stay the night and have the best breakfast ever. So there.
Just this week I have noticed the fat bumblebees all over the flowers in my garden. I like the low droning buzz they make and their lazy, slow progress. It makes me want to lay in the grass and maybe eat a piece of cake with daisies on it.