And how I desire to express the warmth of serving my elderly parents at this time in their lives.
Daddy turned eighty-four yesterday, so we baked a basic buttermilk cake and frosted it with ganache icing, knowing how much "Granddaddy loves chocolate".
We drove the one and one-half hour on the interstate with Mr. Putter riding in the crate in the back of the car. To celebrate life.
Our times are treasured with them, regardless of the realities of the giants in their lives that become even larger giants in ours on an almost weekly basis.
Nothing is easy about this road.
Sepia highlights it beautifully.
Friday, the 13th, and at last the weather has turned cooler. I breathe deeply as I turn off the air-conditioner and slide open a few windows...
Knitting and reading... ahhh; a most delightful pursuit on the best of days, irregardless of the weather outside. And my world is shout...
Thanksgiving is over and even though we lighted our first Advent candle on Sunday, and the Christmas tree is up and the decorating ...