I’ve relished the recent gathering of loud and crowding family in the kitchen; little ones running off once again to play “Mary, Joseph and the camel”; the scattering of Azalea petals on the path as little girls usher in some imagined procession of royals; the little boy Luke, turned two, who pats my head and calls me honey, over and over calls me my honey! How many times can a heart break wide open? And how much love can that heart then hold? We all know the truth of it: no such limits!
This past week, the work and play of the kitchen has had a different tempo about it. I think maybe it’s a jig I’ve been dancing! I’ve loved every breathless minute! And now, once again, quiet has descended, and with it, the rain.
I’d promised my mom a day in her garden today, so I woke early, baked golden bran and flaxseed muffins – (you know me so well – yes, the recipe will follow) – and headed to my mom’s. THIS was definitely a day for rain boots and hat, and waterproof jacket. As layered as I was, I still shivered a bit as I worked; and my overalls were drenched and covered with mud when I climbed back into my car to race towards a long soak in a hot tub. I haven’t quite made it there yet. I’m going to brew a pot of tea and have myself another muffin. I’ll work on heating this body up from the inside out! And then, a good soak will take care of the rest.
Tomorrow I’ll have some muffins for you. And for the weekend, things for the grill! Rain or shine!