Last night when I got home from work, I decided it was too lovely outside to get straight to cooking dinner, so I sat on the front porch and tended to my plants, instead. It was so relaxing to spend a little while with my hands in the soil, repotting a clipping my mother made for me, cutting back plants that had started to bolt, and enjoying one of the last warm nights before the weather gets too cold.
Then I went inside and baked some apple bran muffins.
Then I ate a bunch of them for dinner.
They were tasty.
But I didn't take a picture. It was too dark in my kitchen.