About Time…
At last, at last! We woke up one morning this last week to actual, true-live, measurable snow fall. Normally, by this time of year we’re getting a bit weary of the ice and slush and salt everywhere. But this has been a very, very odd winter.
I mean, honestly, we’ve had days of 60 degree temperatures that have the fruit trees all budding–in February.
So, naturally, a couple of weeks before “Spring” officially arrives, old man winter starts acting like…old man winter.
In fact, I didn’t get too many photos of the snow–close up, because it was windy and icy and really, reeeally cold. I’m pretty much a wuss when it comes to standing out in the freezing stuff.
Oh, I love snow and I’m glad it’s here and I just want to sit and stare at it for hours…
through the window…
from the couch…
with a fleece blanket…
and some hot chocolate.
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{ Possibilities }
“One of the great teachings of the Man of Galilee, was that you and I carry within us immense possibilities. In urging us to be perfect as our Father in Heaven is perfect, Jesus was not taunting us or teasing us. He was telling us a powerful truth about our possibilities and about our potential. It is a truth almost too stunning to contemplate.”
~Spencer W. Kimball
~Missing My Tiny Friends~
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True Comfort
After working for the past couple of weeks on the Moda Contest projects every spare moment and at last–at last, having it all behind me (phew!), I set out today to just kinda…you know…loaf around a bit. It felt lovely to not actually have anything in my hands that needed to be worked on or finished.
Then I had the overwhelming urge to make something but wasn’t quite sure what. I puttered out to the garage and ground up some wheat flour in case the craving went that direction. How about cookies? I thought.
But then I realized that Jillian had that area covered with a batch of Oatmeal Farm Cookies. So again, I wandered around waiting for the food inspiration fairies to come at me.
Before I knew what was happening, there were whole wheat pancakes on the stove just waiting to be my comfort food of choice.
Ummmmm….Applesauce, and whipped cream besides. Apparently, I need a ton of comfort today.
You know, it’s quite likely that I would be as thin as a rail if I just didn’t like food so much. HA!
Then without even realizing what I was doing, the baby’s ripple was on my lap and I’d fallen right back into the warm, soothing, rhythmic, handiwork of this lovely thing. I’d thought that perhaps I wouldn’t be able to pick up a hook at all for a while, but that just never seems to be the case around here.
In fact, for me there’s more gentle comfort in sitting back with a hook and ball of yarn and just letting my fingers do what they mindlessly do–for the heck of it–than in nibbling on a whole, entire plate of pancakes. How lucky is it that I was able to do…
both?
Heh, heh.
Isn’t life good?
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