Today I love a different week from my normal fare. I love that this week will involve work at the cottage, packing my tool trailer back up to take it there, working on changes there similar to the ones we’ve made at home but using things that came from home instead of new. I love that the cupboards we tore out of the house are going to the cottage, they were fairly decent units, they were just in the wrong layout in the wrong part of the house and there were nowhere near enough of them for home. I love that I have lots to do here at home before I go to work at the cottage nearer to the middle of the week. I love that a lot of the work I have to do here at home is cooking for the rest of the week. I love that after writing a couple of blog posts my next task will be to cook a week’s worth of breakfast. I love that rhubarb jam is on the list too, hope I get to it before I have to go. I love knowing that every time I make jam or any other preserve of bake bread or make certain casserole recipes I am reaching back in time to say hi to my mother and my grandmother who took great pains to teach me anything I wanted to know and even long after I left home to make my way in the world they were available for me to ask advice from and often that advice was in the form of a recipe. I love that one of those recipes was for my grandmother’s rolls and though I have never made them I have threatened to for years and may still yet, having the recipe was all the advice and all the comfort I needed at that time.
Today I love that this day is cooler than others have been this year, kind of easy and slow feeling, grey and quiet and all about going softly through its minutes of expectancy and hours of accomplishment. I love easy days like this one, especially when they fall on a Monday.
Today I love favorite blankets, even when it’s warm enough to not need a blanket and the comfort they bring is just beng near the bed, just in case. I love things that came from childhood or from family, I love comfort that comes from memories so I love things that bring on the memories.
Today I love sipping coffee on the front porch while I write and cook my way through an easy, slow, grey day of comfort.