We woke to winter this morning. Oh, nothing serious, but the semi-melting days of the past week were suddenly put on hold as Momma Winter, with a firm grasp on the corners of her feather beds, shook them all over our neighbourhood.
It's been snowing all day -- soft, non-threatening flurries that don't seem like much, until you have to go out and shovel for the second time! Which made it a perfect day for writing, reading (and no way, Jose, definitely not 'rithmetic), and helping Rick make homemade bread -- it's baking as we speak.
Since I cannot send you a slice via cyberspace, I thought I'd send along a sampling of another sort....things I enjoyed so far today:
One. Reading an article about Madeleine L'Engle from the March 1999 issue of Victoria magazine. Here's a gold nugget from Madeleine for any aspiring writer: "Keep an honest, unpublishable journal; read; write for fifteen minutes every day."
Two. Finding a wonderful quote from the same magazine: "Come, let us have some tea and continue to talk about happy things." ~ Chaim Potok
Three. Spending the morning nestled inside Cafe Haven, enjoying a steaming latte and a cranberry orange muffin, while I mulled over details for the March issue of my newsletter.
Four. Reading a couple of chapters from The School of Essential Ingredients by Erica Bauermeister. Here's a quote I thought provided food for future pondering: "Sometimes, nina, our greatest gifts grow from what we are not given."
Five. Enjoying a short nap with hubby and Miss Kitty. She's taken to stretching out lengthwise in the 'trough' of our legs..... she reminds me of a baguette nestled in one of those special baguette pans. (Click here if you want to see what one looks like.) BTW, we were too busy resting to get up and snap a picture of Miss Baguette for the blog.
Six. Taking time out from our very busy schedule (ahem) to enjoy a fragrant cup of tea while we giggled our way through the humorous antics of an episode of Jeeves and Wooster.
Seven. By the look of the clock and the dark shadows outside, I see it's time to dish up the chicken stew and slice a loaf of that freshly baked bread.
Till next time,