Earlier this week Kerryn wrote a marvellous list of things she likes that begin with "M". She reached into her scrabble bag and presented me with the letter "B". At first I had a little difficulty, not finding much to like about anything, so I asked G and he came up with the three things in the title. He was joking, at least I hope he's joking, because I'm way too old for that sort of lifestyle these days.
So without further ado, ten things I like beginning with "B"
First cab off the rank would have to be feeling somewhat Better. Thank goodness. There have been some slightly euphoric moments even. Perhaps somewhat akin to the feeling one might get if one stopped bashing their head against the proverbial brick wall. And then your head stops hurting, and surprise, surprise, it feels mighty fine. So I've stopped being such a meany, slept heaps, looked at the sunshine without scowling, done some sewing and stuff. I am so responsive to modern anti-depressants, it's almost scary. (And thank you too, for your lovely comments and well wishes. Much appreciated.)
Baking. I really like baking, especially if it involves butter and sugar. There's a raspberry butter cake in the oven right this moment. A vanilla aroma is wafting down the hallway so I just went to check and I think it will be a beauty. To be iced with pink rosewater icing and served with cream and fresh raspberries. We're celebrating my Mum's and sister Betty's birthdays with a family lunch tomorrow.
Baskets. I have many cane baskets and find them very hard to resist at the oppy. In particular the old stlye with the colored handles. However, my favourite basket is my lovely old washing basket. I think it was my paternal grandfathers and came to me after he died, along with my dirty clothes basket. It has a very satisfying creak as I heave it around. And when it's empty, it casts a lovely shadow in the afternoon light.
Bob Dylan. This evening G was playing Bringing It All Back Home as Grace was having her dinner. I was in the back room cutting out some bunnies... We were arguing lightheartedly about which is the best song. I'm pretty fond of Love Minus Zero/No Limit, which G thinks is a bit of a girlie choice. I can't remember his favourite. He reckons that Blonde on Blonde is Dylan's best album, as does the middle aged rock magazine. I prefer John Wesley Harding myself. Whatever, it's all good.
Babies. I never totally got how great babies are until I had Grace. Now I go all misty eyed at the sight of a newborn in a pram and if I get to hold one, well clucky clucky. I know they're lots of work and all that, but there's something so intensely special meeting a new little human at the beginning of their journey. All that pure energy. My mum says that she still sees me as her baby, which I guess I kind of understand now.
Black and white Tony cats. He's sitting at my feet on a discarded magazine. Just being Tony. Later he'll move into our bedroom to sleep all curled up on the fluffy seventies boudoir chair left to me by a friend who went overseas ten years ago. He gets the chair all dirty. I don't think she'll be back for her chair somehow and I certainly don't mind, he's good company is our Tony.
The bright colours and still beauty of the garden at dusk. Something happens with the light and everything intensifies. It's always been my favourite time to mosey around, see what's doing what, pick some herbs for dinner, smell the wafting of the heliotrope. I've tried to capture it in pictures but there's never enough light. This is one I played around with in photoshop elements. It almost captures what I mean.
Bread. Bread is good, especially nice bread, like for example the Natural Tucker casalinga. Or the ciabatta from the green grocer. Or wholemeal hair shirt bread. Making bread is pretty good too, especially flatbead on the barbeque. We must do that again soon. It's been too long.
So ten things I like beginning with B. That wasn't so hard. I didn't mention bottlebrush, bog sage, beer, beans, buses, balmy evenings in the backyard, bargains, the mighty Blues, beats (as in dance music), silver birch trees, biscuits, bias binding, bonza, brown eyes, teddy bears or balderdash. Or blogging. As well I might have.
So, if you wish to play along, leave me a comment saying that you'd like a letter and I'll reply in the comment section with one from my scrabble bag. Or not, it could be that everyone in blogland has already done this one?