Today I love the first dawn of February and the very positive way it has arrived for us here in my little city of snow. I love that I spent part of the last day of January making bread without using a bread maker and that’s something I haven’t done in ten or more years. I love that there was fresh bread in the house as February came to be, and that if I had been making bread all along these loaves I made yesterday would not have been disappointments in any way. I love that when it became obvious that my yeast was a bit old and not as active as it should be I did not panic but simple waited it out and the dough did indeed rise to the occasion eventually.I love that February’s first order of business is to put an end to this cold snap, easing up through today to a balmy 11 Celsius degrees below freezing which is, of course, 12 ° Fahrenheit. I love that new plans for the weekend will take us above freezing and give us a bit of the January thaw we missed out on this year so we’ll have to call it a February thaw. I love February most of all for being just four weeks long but being the transition between January, the first full month of winter, and March, the month in which Spring arrives. I love February’s firm yet cheerful attitude toward getting its four weeks of winter taken care of.
Today I love that it is Friday. I love that it’s the Friday that I am the host of the Open Mic at the Bleeding Carrot. I love that I am able to play the guitar again, though not for long stretches. I love that my left hand is getting better even though it has taken so long. I love that the only way anyone can tell that my hand is bothering me is to listen to me tell them, it looks fine and has nearly full range of motion again. I love how great it is to be able to play again, even if I can tell that I’m not at my best yet.
Today I love jam on fresh bread and dang-it-all I’m going to get me some jam today or tomorrow I promise. I love honey on fresh bread and I’m going to have some of that with my next cup of coffee. I love making bread from scratch because it is as close to magic as anything in this world will ever be. Alchemy, baby, pure alchemy! I love how excited I am about having made bread again and how amazed I am that I had forgotten how wonderful it can be.
Today I love drinking coffee while I ponder the biggest problem in my world today, trying to remember the spell that stops me from eating all the bread.