Hearing :: the local community orchestra playing Mozart last night. It is the junior strings group attached to this orchestra that Son #1 is joining.
Seeing :: the street ghost! Coming home from aforementioned orchestral concert, we spotted a mysterious figure walking along the side of the road in total darkness. She was swathed in shawls, her face covered, and … get this … carrying a parasol. Neighbours had told me of this enigmatic spectral figure who is only ever seen walking in the moonlight. No one knows which house she lives in, and she does not talk or look at anyone. They reckon she’s a ghost.
Tasting :: toasted marshmallows. I love peeling off the outer crispy-cooked layer and toasting the smooth silky bit underneath, then peeling that off and toasting underneath …
Smelling :: the smell of the bush after rain. Clean, fresh, alive. Oops I sound like a toothpaste ad.
Touching :: the soft cheeks of my babes as I said goodnight to them a few minutes ago. Rosy from the fire and flushed from a busy weekend.