Sunday, March 27, 2011
Weekends are for. . .
:: eating slow meals with old friends, when everyone laughs and eats fried cheese.
:: lots of small peat pots, spread all over our kitchen, germinating colorful hope for spring gardens.
:: wearing your team's sweatshirt as you run errands, and having the store clerk laugh and tell you he shouldn't cash out your order because your team beat his the night before. the grace was in the laughter we shared.
:: forcing forsythia cuttings to bloom early by bringing them into the house and arranging them in an interesting old beer bottle.
:: baking scones and sharing them.
:: small, happy moments of grace.