Thursday, 1 September 2016
Raindrops on Roses . . .
These are a few of my favourite things . . .
Noodles. Any type of noodles. Flat ones. Skinny ones. Curly ones. Straight ones. With sauce. Without sauce. With just butter and salt. With cheese, without cheese. I just love noodles. Kind of ironic however that I am married to a man that cannot stand noodles of any kind. sigh . . .
Colour! I love colour. I have always loved colour. In paints, in crayons, in pencils, in inks . . . around me, on me, just everywhere. I think if I had to choose between having my hearing or having my sight. I would choose sight every time. Colours are associated with feelings, tastes, sounds, etc. At least they are for me. Yellow is sunshine and warmth and sour . . . pink is bubbly and sweet and very soft . . . maybe I am a tad bit cuckoo? Do ya think?
September is one of my favourite of favourites when it comes to months. As a child I always associated it with the beginning of school and I loved school . . . new books and notebooks, pencils, crayons, shoes, maybe a new dress, new class, new teacher . . . as an adult I associate it as being the beginning of one of my favourite seasons, autumn . . . with the changing colours, smells, textures, etc. Already the leaves are changing and it has happened seemingly overnight . . .
Autumn it is my favourite time of year . . . air that smells of apples and burning leaves . . . that crisp feeling. The sound of children back at school and playing in the playground . . . crows . . . the sound of geese flying over head, and south for the winter . . . hot drinks that taste good again . . . soup . . .
I am nuts about . . . nuts! I love nuts. I could not pick a favourite because I love them all. I like them plain. I love them roasted and salted. I love them in my granola. I love them on top of crumbles. I love the act of cracking them. I love them honey roasted . . . candied, in brittles . . . coated in chocolate. I love them any way I can get them. Although probably the best way to eat them is naturally, like a squirrel, even if it isn't the tastiest way.
Toasted crumpets, fresh from the grill and spread with cold butter . . . all of that tastiness soaking into every crevice and pore of that crisp yeasty surface . . . crisp on the outside, spongy on the inside . . . with a nice hot cup of herbal tea. The perfect way to while away a moment in time . . .
A well made bed and the way it feels when you drag your aching bones and crawl into it at the end of a day. I confess that I think I must have been a princess in a previous lifetime because I cannot stand even a nubbie on the sheets. If one is there I will feel it right away and I must get rid. A small grain of sand or a crumb feels like a huge boulder. I cannot stand wrinkled sheets, not in the least, and I like my covers tucked in tightly at the end of the bed around my feet . . . soft sink into pillows and mattress . . . just like a cloud.
The smell of oranges and cinnamon, cloves and anise . . . nutmeg, ginger . . .
WAIT! That is the smell of Christmas! It is a cosy smell. A homey smell. A family celebration smell. I love, Love, LOVE it!!
Mitzie-doodle hugs . . . they're the best. She really snuggles right in and you can feel the love. Pure. Simple. Unconditional. True.
The art of P. Buckley Moss. I have always loved it. I also love the art of Nancy Noel.
This is one of my favourite pieces. I also love the one of the little Amish girl holding a white cat and the one of the Amish girl with the cows.
Creating anything . . . dolls,art, baking, crocheting, knitting, cooking . . . just creating. It is my happy place.
And those are my favourite things for this week. What are some of yours?
Please keep us in your happy place today . . . our car has its MOT today and I have everything crossed it will get through it because if it doesn't I don't know what we will do. We don't have the money for repairs.
A thought to carry with you through the day . . .
Happiness does not depend
on what happens outside of you
but on what happens inside of you.
It is measured by the spirit with
which you meet the problems of life.
~Harold B Lee
In The English Kitchen today . . . Teriyaki Chicken Drumsticks. Tasty, tasty!
I hope that you have a wonderful Thursday! Be happy and be blessed! Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!!