Thursdays tend to be my slow morning of the week, which means laundry and dishes and sitting on the couch. I like Thursday mornings a lot. I think I even like them enough to make up for the late work day that follows.
Unfortunately, I’m suffering from a mild cooking injury this morning. I chopped up some jalapenos last night, which contributed to some marginally tasty shrimp tacos. Nothing to brag about. But those peppers have done a number on me. A tiny droplet of jalapeno juice seems to be lodged between my thumbnail and my skin, and it won’t stop burning. Who knew that such a small, invisible thing could cause so much discomfort! Maybe I’ll go on cooking disability for a few days.
And while I sit here staring at my thumb, I’m dreaming about daffodils. The last thing that got stuck under my nails was a muddy mess. Scott and I planted a Christmas present from his dad on Sunday, and I’m excited about it. He gave us daffodil bulbs from the family farm, and they’re now proudly planted in a couple of spots around our yard.
There are several things I love about the daffodils. These daffodils in particular have been on the family farm for years, and now they’re going to make our new(ish) home feel a bit more like family. I also like that deer don’t particularly enjoy munching on daffodils. I try not to plant snacks for critters in the yard. And last but not least, I like that daffodils multiply every year. Low-maintenance plants and I get along great. Now all I need is some rosemary to make the yard feel completely like home.