How are you, today, my friends?
It's a beautiful, crispy day here in the desert!
Winter (as we know it in Phoenix) has been kind. Tho' I wax poetic for icy tundras -- something out of a scene in Dr. Zhivago, perhaps -- my conscience reminds, "You're soft."
You see, the other morning as I approached the office several golfers were unloading their "stuff" ... calling greetings to one another. "Dang, but it's COLD out here!" (Unnoticed, I nod in agreement.) His buddy retorted, "You're such a whuss!"
Guilty! Bundled and swaddled in layers, I step faster, anticipating (another) steamy mug of coffee. Yet, come mid-afternoon, I glimpse tourists clad in shorts and tank tops ... some, headed to the pool! The "momma" in me wonders, "Are they out of their ever-lovin' minds?"
Another thing: why is it, that food seems to taste soooo much better in the winter? The aroma of hearty breakfast-fixings likes to make my toes curl. :)
So yesterday, I baked to my little heart's content (whoa, someone call the Movietone News) -- then huddled 'neath an afghan with a book and a glass of red. Heaven. All's that's missing is my fantasy fireplace. Oh, and the sight of icicles outside the window. (Sigh.)
It's true, each day comes bearing its own unique gifts.
Wishing you all the sort of coming days which make your toes curl!