We spent Thanksgiving at my stepmother-in-law’s house in the Shenandoah Valley. Daniel’s dad grew up in this area, so he took my sister-in-law and I on a walk down to the river. The town was quiet, blanketed in fresh snow.
At about this point on the walk, I realized I couldn’t feel my toes.
They have a lovely dog I enjoyed petting while we waited for the turkey to finish cooking. Donna, the aforementioned stepmother-in-law, makes delicious brussels sprouts with bacon, which I greedily ate with a heaping mound of mashed potatoes.
I have never been more pleased with a photograph. Steam rises from a hot cup of coffee in the late afternoon sun on Easter. I had the most pleasant day yesterday; it couldn’t have been lovelier. Cool breeze, hot sun, open windows, exposed wood beams, a home cooked meal, and good conversation.
I leave you with a verse from one of my favorite Easter songs, Now the Green Blade Riseth:
When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,
Thy touch can call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.
Though spring hasn’t yet taken hold of the landscape, there’s still plenty of green to be found. My instagram photo was taken out the kitchen window on the morning of Snowpocalypse 2014. I took the digital photograph later the same day; the temperature had warmed enough to melt the first snow, but more snow fell rapidly within the hour and blanketed bare limbs once again.
A mysterious plump bud sprouted out from the ground several weeks ago. Today it revealed a vibrant yellow daffodil (thanks for identifying it for me, Gillian)!
Picked up a bouquet of white and yellow mums and a box of chocolate croissants from Trader Joe’s on Friday. Enjoying them both – and the light streaming in from our wood-framed window – this morning.
The first week of 2013 was wonderful and the second one is off to a good start.