A happy Sunday morning to you. It's cozy in my kitchen nook with views of chimney tops and snow covered roof tops. Hot coffee and scrambled eggs for breakfast. The trees are blanketed in snow-white; tiny flakes flurry down. I must soak in this moment, long before I venture out in my boots to clear snow from my windshield and make the trek to church.
This line from Miss Dahl's Voluptuous Delights cookbook might be the perfect statement (given I can add a plus 1 to the mix):
The long lazy breakfasts of courtship, when the predominant sense is not of taste but of the heart leaping all over the place, expectant and hopeful.
And new music on my itunes from Everest and Angela McCluskey.