Should I say how green the trees are outside my window.
Should I say how sweet the air feels today, for some reason.
Should I say I've been drinking way too much diet caffeine-free Coke.
Should I say that I recently found a tiny button that popped off an old top of mine from anthropologie that I bought back when they were even more boho than they are now. There's no way I should have found this thing, but there it was.
Should I say that my husband and daughter both got the exact same fortunes in their fortune cookies two days ago.
Or that I've gone back to using Ivory soap...I need breaks from time to time because it can be a bit drying, especially in the winter. But nothing else feels or smells so much like clean to me.
Yardley's English Lavender is my other favorite. English Lavender and Ivory. (One time, however, finding myself Noxzema-less in an isolated farmhouse close to midnight, I did make the dire mistake of washing my face with English Lavender. This might work for some people, but not for me. You have never seen so many cystic zits come up so fast, so dark, or so angry. If I'd been anywhere near the vicinity of caring about how I looked, I would have impaled myself on the sink fixtures then and there.)
Maybe I should say more about that farmhouse. It belonged to two dear friends of our family, before they built a bigger one a few miles down the road. This is the place that I especially remember, though, and love. A patchwork little place. Part of the mountain it lived in. Sheltered by such dense tree growth that it was cold in midsummer.
That same night in the bathroom, a tiny mouse peeked out at me from under the vanity. It didn't seem terribly concerned by me, or the light in the room. It nosed around a bit before deciding that it wouldn't come in after all. It slipped back out the way it had come, a glorified crack that seemed much too small for the plump creature it had been.
Should I say that I don't know why I've remembered that, all these years.
