Saturday, December 29, 2012
~ Karl Barth~
A cold Saturday morning, one where White Winged Doves sit on frozen bird baths waiting for feed to be scattered to the ground by all the birds that visit the feeders. A cold house until the fire roars in the stove, burning bright and warm for us. A perfect morning to make breakfast on the stove, keeping warm while the food cooks. Hot cocoa with whipped cream out of a can, to the delight of a 5 year old ! Small hands holding a new camera just for her. She is following my love for capturing a moment in time, to savor over and over through time. Memories being made, treasured for all time. Simple gifts of togetherness and joy is the gratitude.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...