Evan asked me over dinner last night what I was smiling about, and I had to confess that I'd been writing a blog post in my head. I had been thinking about what a lovely evening we were having, and what a treat it was to come home to the smell of bread baking in the oven, a glass of home-fermented hard cider, and Gillian Welch playing on the radio.
Except of course she wasn't playing on the radio, and somehow the thought of writing about the loveliness of her dulcet tones playing on Spotify just didn't have the same ring to it.
And this is what was making me smile as I munched on the most delicious grilled cheese sandwich ever.
"and the radio is counting down the top 20 country songs..."
"like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays..."