Christmas Memory

…I found this ‘letter’ I wrote to Santa a FEW years ago. This excerpt made me laugh…”My home is in this house. You will never find me I’m sure! Just be careful I will trip you. I am sneaky very sneaky!”. Despite this elf’s ‘warning’, Santa, the gentleman that he is, thanked her and loved her anyway.

Making soup

for dinner tonight and wondering about the many family meals that were prepared using these two kitchen relics – Grandma’s dutch oven and Mom’s wooden spoon. The soup still has to simmer, but as the aromas of thyme, leeks, and mushrooms fill the house on this December 1st evening, so, too, is my heart filled with memories…and I am blessed that both are a delight…