basil, potatoes, and lost husbands

I love the smell of fresh basil. It will forever remind me of childhood. When I was a kid I would go out to the garden and pick leaves of it to eat or to put in a tomato and cheese sandwhich. Either way, it was really good. It always seemed to be sunny when I remember summer days as a child. Funny how that is. So, just now I picked basil from my garden and smelling it took me right back to those sunny days. I am making lasagne.

I find potatoes all over the house. Josh likes to take them from the bin and hide them in pots, vases, in his trucks. I have no idea why, and it might even seem odd, however when his friend Brylin is over they both do it as a team! It is beyond funny.

When Dave is home at an unusual hour, like say the middle of the day during the week, he kind of hovers like he doesn't know where he should be. I try and get my usual stuff done, so I am in my routine, but he is out of his, so he seems underfoot while I bake or do bulk food prep, or just doing teaching or crafts with the kids. He is just there on the laptop doing stuff, hovering around me in the kitchen-at any rate vaguely in the way. Don't get me wrong, there is no one I would rather have underfoot(except the turnips!), but somehow I think it is like he is in unfamiliar territory-my kitchen! I am the cook and baker of all things, and he mainly just reaps the rewards. He can cook, and well I might add, but it is my joy so he wouldn't want to take that from me, right?