Uggh. Some days I really don’t like living tropically.
Please notice the venom on the tail. I’m definitely going to go pour a drink now.
This weekend was warm.
Cut offs warm – sitting bayside in the sun, feet propped high chatting with my sisters while a dozen sailboats float like dandelion fluff on the water. Two little Key West Doves cooing under my feet on the rocky shore. 7 kayaks paddling fiercely against the tide not even a stone’s throw offshore. Coming home for the first game, digging around looking for my circular 8s, pulling out straight 9s instead. Working a swatch with doors and windows wide open. Sun dappling through the gumbo-limbo while itty-bitty Palm Warblers flit between the hibiscus and the banana tree flipping their tails coquettishly at me when I step into the Florida Room. Chilled white wine for me, spiced Golden Monkey for Hal (like kissing &*%# potpourri). I now have 5 strong and sensual, golden and sparkling ales to savor.
My swatch is 1/2″ too big. Where are my circular 8s??? Does anybody remember what I was last knitting on them?
I spent time on the first day of this new year cleaning up my writing area and once all the random piles of paper, books, gift wrap and ribbon were cleared away I took the time to assemble a new Inspiration Board for 2012.
Marianna heard all the commotion and helped make the awesome red light that now sits on the corner of my desk. She placed red LED lights in a glass vase that we wrapped in progressive layers of red tissue paper (placed on the outside of the glass – I worry about fire lately). I adore how the light from the nearby window falls across the desk for so much of the day, if you know me, you know I need lots and lots of sun to maintain any sort of life.
But when the light shines across my desk just so and glimmery lights twinkle at me, the words just pour out, splashed across a card destined for a loved one or successfully worked into a bigger project.
Or those words just may be tucked away into this year’s journal. I was able to resist those crisp new pages until the New Year blossomed.
2012 – A Happy New Year!
If not for a dear friend reminding me to clean out my fridge today, I would never have dumped my second cup of coffee into the last of the chai mix, tossed in a frozen banana, the icy remnants of a bag of frozen berries and a handful of arugula.
I would have missed out on this deliciousness! Fuel for that aforementioned cleaning of the fridge.
And here’s an honest question I’d love someone to answer for me: Why are green smoothies considered so much better than any other color smoothie?
The ingredients to Autumn. Simple, yes. But combined with a recent cold front and a corresponding renewed interest in my oven, these simple ingredients combined to briefly bring the smell and the taste of Fall into this house.
A cookie recipe based off of my mother’s classic cake mix cookie recipe though I never, ever remember her putting fresh cranberries into cookies. I discovered that trick when I took off for college and it is sooo good! I would have slipped some nuts of some sort into this batch of cookies but there were none to be found in the pantry. That will be rectified long before Thanksgiving arrives!
Quite a simple recipe, as are all the best. Easy to make, easy to send to school for lunch dates in favorite teacher’s rooms (nobody would be so uncool as to eat in the cafeteria down here, heaven forbid!). A recipe to make again and again this year – the taste of Autumn 2011.
Spiced Cranberry Cookies
1 pkg Spice Cake Mix 2 eggs
1 cup oats 1/2 cup oil
1/2 cup fresh cranberries, roughly chopped
Preheat oven to 350ºF and grease cookie sheets. Combine cake mix, eggs and oil. Stir in oats, then cranberries. Drop by spoonfuls onto cookie sheets. Teaspoon-sized spoonfuls will cook in about 7-8 minutes here at sea level. Tablespoon-sized spoonfuls will take closer to 10-12 minutes in my oven, at least!
Today I was feeling full of words – long, leisurely, lovely words thoughtfully strung together. I could have sat and pondered each carefully selected word, or I could help out a friend. Not just any old friend but a friend in real life who actually lives in my neck of the woods. So that meant rather than a peaceful poetic picnic of a day, I spent it like this:
Today I had a little helper in the kitchen. She was pretty proud of her helpfulness… you know… getting soaking wet, picking up glass plates to hand to me, diving for the sharp knifes and just generally being the cutest thing on all 4s in the kitchen (sorry Mia).
They’re not the best photos I’ve ever taken, but the subject wasn’t exactly posing as a still life either!
What a splendid dawn – for the very first time since Spring, I have thrown open the windows! The coolest, rain-washed breeze is gusting into my bedroom as I sit at my little white writing desk. I feel so revitalized! I live for this day, the day when the barriers between inside and out can be lifted.
The tiniest of wrens, a slate grey one with a golden tail, is swooping between the gumbo-limbo and the banana trees while the doves march round and round in their silly circles on the ground waiting for the seeds to miraculously fall onto their heads when some other, braver, bird risks the wrath of the mockingbird and tries to grab a snack of black sunflower seeds.
I can smell the enticing scent of the sea.