It has been a lazy day, the kind where time seems to stretch on, but in the best way possible.
I made my mother's buttermilk biscuit recipe, both out of tradition and as a vehicle for our newly jarred apple butter. As a kid, I remember my parents making these biscuits almost every Saturday morning. I remember when I was old enough to try my hand at making them, my first experience using a pastry cutter. And now, we carry on the tradition (usually) in our household. I so love being connected to others by tradition, by action.
I finally got to enjoy our new deck this morning. With bare feet and a sweater, plus a homemade caramel latte, I had quiet time. Watching folks journey up the street for our local farmer's market. Our eldest played in the leaves and her sand box. I had my journal and Treasury of Daily Prayer , mulling over the first verse of Psalm 126: "...we were like those who dream."
The rest of the day has included a delicious lunch and welcomed naps. Its sunny and warm this afternoon. Probably too warm for my liking (no sweater now), but we'll go enjoy the afternoon sun in the leaves. I pray you have all had such a restful day.
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