Under Blue Sky
Winter can be confining to body and spirit, if permitted. A daily dose of the view from the loft window refreshes my outlook as it expands the boundaries of my inside world. Blue sky and distant vistas are like a breath of fresh air, mentally and physically.
Long winter days are what we make of them. Yesterday, we grabbed a matinée. One For The Money was a combination of action movie, comedy and chick flick…I think. We enjoyed it. Our drive home at dusk increased our deer count by six for the week–perhaps seven if I had gotten a better look at that shadowy shape in the thicket.
I’m about to go downstairs and bake a rhubarb cobbler. A new study CD entertains my mind while my hands are busy. The cobbler will add a taste of spring to Sunday dinner. When our son arrives, he comes directly to the kitchen asking, “What’s for dinner, Mom?” I love giving him the menu to see his reaction.
