a little thank you

this this jar of yumminess? my beautiful christina hooked me up with this beautiful saigon cassia cinnamon and it is divine. when i opened my sweet little package last night (so sweetly wrapped by her lovie daughter) i couldn't wait to try it out this morning. i meant to take some shots of my cinnamon toast, but alas, i forgot until it was too late.

now comes the fun part, the browsing of cookbooks until i find something utterly yummy to try out with it. thank you, christina for sharing this with me.

(if you're not reading christina's blog, you're missing the warmest hugs in the world). xo

it occurs to me

after reading another blogger's twitter about an e-mail she received, that i do not say thank you enough. that's how i am in real time too - i say thank you all the time . . . to waitresses, shop keepers, people i meet on the street . . . it is the way i was raised. so why wouldn't i say thank you more to the people that bother to come by? silly me.

i appreciate the time that you take out of the day for me. you lift my spirits (yes, you over there in the corner being quiet too) and help prop my chin up when it's sinking. you make me laugh and smile. you flatter a girl and boost her self esteem when she's not feeling very confident. you hold my hand and cry a bit with me now and again. i hope i never take that for grated and as a matter of fact.

so thank you from the bottom of my heart. and if i forget to tell you that often enough - kick my butt now and again. because, falling off a high horse can break a tail bone and i don't have cobra. now, excuse me while i go get dressed and out of this house (yes, even in this heat) as i've just taken photographs of lunch again today. though it was very yummy (homemade chicken salad, crackers and fruit), i think i need further inspiration.

happy clicking

loves, thank yous and fridays...

i love these teensy tiny itty bitty mums. they were cast aside in a bargin bin for two dollars so i rescued them and put them in two of my tiny little bottles. now they sit, purply pink with big yellow eyes, and bask in the window sill light - laughing even now as i snap photograph after photograph.

i love the cup, a la homer laughlin. i got it before i knew who homer laughlin is (or was). a gift from a family friend who thought a tea cup was a tea cup and it looks like a country bumpkin when gathered with its fine bone china cupboard mates. but it's strong and warm. scratched and stained with someone's love of tea and i've made the circle back to it, realizing the bone china is sometimes cold and distant.

i love the blackberries. fresh picked by warm hands yesterday morning - waiting to be eaten in the morning sun this morning. the sweet and tart on my tongue bursting open. memories of railroad tracks, sticky fingers and mostly empty plastic pink pails - somehow we never had enough for cobbler ... just like today.



i saw the newletter tonight. i counted, 21 shots used. i saw my name in print and ran my finger back and forth across the letters - muted and small. it feels really real and i feel both large and small at the same time. i find myself turning the pages in wonder. i know that this is old hat to a lot of people but it's fragile and new to me. i feel like a girl in mommy's high heels - playing at being a grownup. so, thank you thank you thank you thank you for all of your kind comments. i will try to get it scanned and show you a copy of what they used...or at least my favorite page. and my sweet brother, tonight when i was showing him, he said, 'i could tell those were yours - that's your style.' eep.

okay before i go on and on in a fashion that i dislike, i'll change the subject. tomorrow i will spend the day with my darling em-me (well, her initials are m.e. but that looks weird). i can't wait for the cuddles. and then miss ga will be home in the evening so we can watch the latest installation of olivia together. i will miss you all - have a beautiful, beautiful day. xo