I smell: white bean & sausage soup cooking on the oven with kale, onions, herbs, and carrots in it. All from the garden.
I see: Cyan busily filling another pot for applesauce before Alex notices she has taken over his job at the corer/peeler/slicer.
I feel: pie crust dough under my fingernails as I try to lattice the crust on a blackberry pie with blackberries picked from the apple field.
I hear: Pracilla Ahn’s song “Dream”
Today, I am content.