January 5, 2012 § Leave a comment
2011 has come and gone; December a blur of dark evenings, white lights, visits from friends, family, and one spectacular New Years party. The few days I managed to spend at home contained delights both edible and not, some captured below:
A half-eaten sugar cookie and slice of Harry & David pear.
Christmas-morning breakfast of homemade cranberry walnut bread.
It’s funny how certain places act as the threads that run continuously through our changing lives, my mother’s kitchen table acting as a prime example. Sitting here I am eternally all ages and yet the same, bound by years and years of collective memory. Quite peaceful– magical, even.