five senses friday

Touch:
- warm kitty belly
- my soft soft black Target sweatshirt. love.

Hear:
- sneezing, sprouting from the cubicles around me. allergy season has started.
- meow (feed me) meow (food now)
- 6 ukuleles and one banjo uke, all in perfect tune, striking G chords in unison.
- this song, which I remember my mom singing all the time:


Taste:
- hot pockets. somehow, they taste right today. haven't had them in years.
- apple cider from the u-district market. sweet heaven.
- last night's supper, a conglomeration of collard greens, mushrooms, leeks, garlic, and asparagus sauteed in wine and olive oil with farfalle pasta. funny how when you list out the ingredients, a meal sounds much fancier than it actually is.

Smell:
- see "hot pockets" above.
- delicious lotion from bliss soaps. (thanks jamie!)

See:
- fluffy flowering trees that appear to be from outer space.
- one tiny flower on my jasmine plant, almost ready to bloom.