sometimes it's a soul thing

dark clouds,

cold,

rainy,

and snowflakes.

(which is really Somethin', as it was still late summer two days ago.)

menu writing

hot chocolate with whipped cream

peach crisp

and photography tutorials.

(i've got plans, you know.)

a filled larder

beautiful crayon drawings on the kitchen table

and lost treasures found.

fall-scented candles burning throughout,
warming us body and soul.

tea in beautiful cups

(mmmm, another beautiful autumn smell)...

an' a little girl gril walkin' 'round talkin' like an OutLaw.

speakin' of Outlaws,
let's go to Luckenback Texas with them other Outlaws, shall we?

the reer-reer-reer-reer of the kitchenaid mixin' up bread for our supper...

an' then that same bread rising under the prettiest little breadcloth, restin' on the counter.
thanks, Aubrey.  I use those beloved cloths all the time.

lovely eggs...

in trade for beer.  :)

a long hot shower

bath oil (a "just right" potion made up of sunflower oil, rosewood oil, and lavender)

and a long cotton nightie.

with my slippers on then,

i'll head back into that kitchen and finish makin' supper for my Beloveds.

bongos and joyful (and loud!) singin' coming up from downstairs.

rising rolls

hilarity

and okay.

i'm signing out with a little plate of hot buttered rolls, then.

g'night.