Sharing a meal with twin sister is always a treat, especially when it ends with something simply divine—vanilla bean crème brûlée. Hallelujah and amen.
In the kitchen window, pink spray roses and baby’s breath cast their spell and lend a touch of splendor to my ordinary days.
Here in my little woods, an unusual thing is going on: We still have vivid color on some of the trees. While Southeast Texas can be a mixed bag in winter, I can’t recall witnessing such a thing in recent years, and it’s all but impossible to ignore.
On a recent sun-drenched morning, I drove slowly through the neighborhood and couldn’t resist stopping and sitting a spell, captivated by the wonder of it all. Whatever my trials, they fell silent for this golden moment in time.
Sunny mornings turn into magical afternoons at my humble abode, the sun and shadows moving moving here and there, like friends at play.
If I catch the light just right, it puts my heart in motion.
The "Hallelujah Chorus" comes to mind.
Ah, January. You are full of simple pleasures, delicious surprises just waiting to be noticed and shared.
Until next time, sweet friends, may you find joy in the unmistakable gifts of January.