Sometimes Sundays Save me...

Good morning.
Today is wednesday and i am still aglow in the delight of all that was baked boiled crocheted and devoured on the recent Sunday occurrence here. Breakfast with family is something to get excited about. Whether my husband or i are the masterminds of the meal in our home... it is always made with love. Very little outweighs the joy sitting down to share a meal with family. Although i will say, the moment of trying on a freshly made dress when it has reached the "this fits just the way i wanted it too" feeling comes quite close...
      (She breathes a sigh for missed Stitching...)

Our morning meal began with coffee. Creamy and warm and wonderful. Then i melted butter in a cast iron skillet, always a good way to begin any meal really, there are so many directions one can go from there. In a bowl i beat eggs, a bit of flour, salt, sugar... and then the melted butter. To the cast iron i added blackberries from our yard and a sprinkle of cinnamon from a far away place. The batter was poured over the berries and slid into a hot oven.

In another cast iron i poured some olive oil, allowed it to heat, and threw in some matchstick potatoes, covering them with a lid. i chopped some kale, some summer squash and added these to the pan. i ground some coriander that my daughter and i had harvested from the garden a few weeks earlier, inhaling the aromatic scent and taking a moment to gaze upon the plants currently awaiting harvest in the garden. i walked  out to the garden to sit in a small patch of sun and feel the warmth. My eyes wandered the collection of green and i counted how many plants surrounded me whose name i knew... i counted sixty five, which seemed amazing for such a small space, but the plants like to grow over one another and hide beneath each other so its makes sense they all fit... A family of sorts, caring for each other and crowding each other, encouraging and competing for resources as they reach towards the light.

Our own family was able to sit down and enjoy breakfast together that sunny sunday and i am grateful for the moments we spent around the table, looking each other in the eye, exchanging conversation in the form of storytelling and basking in the glow of the light.