Ten things I love.
Ten things I love that begin with ‘B’.
(Why? Ask Ellen Gregory.)
(1) Barns. I grew up on a farm. When I was little I loved going out to milk cows with my grandpa in the morning. The barn on his place was a homesteader’s barn, over a hundred years old. The outside was a crisp red and white, but inside everything was a shade of brown. Dusty brown. Animal-y brown. It smelled of hay and horses and cattle – sweet and earthy. I had my own stool and I’d sit next to him, lap full of greedy kittens, petting the old cow while he milked. I liked the way she’d moo softly while she chewed her hay. I liked the way the heat from her milk made the bucket warm to the touch. I liked the way my grandpa worked in silence – not stiff silence, but companionable silence. Even though I was little, he didn’t feel the need to entertain me. Even though he was old and stern I wasn’t afraid of his silence. Those were nice moments, and because of them, I love barns.
(2) “Beets, Bears, Battlestar Galactica.” That is to say, I love The Office. Really, it means I love to laugh. But since ‘laughing’ and ‘The Office’ don’t start with the letter ‘B’, I say I love “Beets, Bears, Battlestar Galactica.” If you love The Office, too, you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, you probably think I’ve got a screw loose. And you probably wouldn’t be too far off in that assumption.
(3) Babies. Oh my goodness, babies are the best. Human babies are my favorite – at the moment, a certain little Took has completely stolen my heart – but babies in general are just unbeatable.
(4) Books. Without books I would have had a very lonely childhood. Without books I wouldn’t have an occupation. Without books I wouldn’t have an education. Without books my understanding of the world and my place in it would be quite different, and certainly more bleak. A world without books would be a sad place indeed.
(5) Bold coffee. Because if your spoon doesn’t stand up in it, if it doesn’t make hair sprout up on your chest, if it doesn’t produce a BM within twenty minutes of consumption, it doesn’t deserve the name ‘coffee’.
(6) Bedtime. I love going to bed after a full day, nestling down under a mountain of blankets, and drifting off to the Land of Nod. Bedtime’s the best.
(7) Big Island, Hawaii. Even though we haven’t lived there in years – and probably never will again – it will always hold a special place in my heart. If you haven’t been, and you have any means to at all, you should definitely go. You won’t regret it, promise.
(8) Bingo. ’Cause one day I’m gonna be the granny with blue hair who cheats just to live dangerously. That’s how I roll. Bingo!
(9) Bras. Because without ‘em, the sistas would be hangin’ long-n-low.
(10) Bad bananas. Without them we wouldn’t have banana bread, and that, my friends, would be a crime against humanity.
Do you want to play along? Let me know in the comments and I’ll throw a letter your way. You can list your ten loves in the comments or in your own blog post.