There's something a little more interesting about starting a day with porridge.
Then by the end of the day it feels remarkable to look at the several past hours accomplishments and feel thoroughly rewarded by your own productivity. To be honest I don't think it has anything to do with the porridge, because my home baked sourdough, toasted and smothered with the best organic butter and my delicately concocted marmalade does itself proud all the same. But this papa bear does like his porridge, as does his baby bear.
Maybe its the general optimism which by virtue one can then see all aspects of life through lovely rosy coloured glasses, despite the trials and tribulations that more often than not are always lingering about somewhere anyway.
Oh how food makes life more colourful, more aromatic, and of course more flavoursome, but it simply adds character and potential to an otherwise potential drab journey. Please don't get me wrong, life in itself is marvelous, but take away all of the flavours in the world and life would represent more of a dull rainbow in several shades of fading grey. So tomorrow Leonard, my little kitchen hand and I, intend to share with our friends all of our favourite spring colours in all of the shades that our garden and Saturday morning farmers market can encourage.
However, first we have a date.....