it's been spitting rain for five days now, and the world outside our door is soggy and bleak. inside, however, is warmth and light and cozy blankets.
saturday's good things:
hot tea infused with blueberries
the comforting rhythm of slicing autumn vegetables to simmer in a crock pot
an eight year old who shares his snack-size twix with his mum
softies to craft:
argyle knee socks
and four little people who giggle and bicker and negotiate and coerce and press their heads together to peer at the same book, and who, no matter how the day has gone, pray for each other at the end of the day.
Ode to an Italian Market
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