What Love Tastes Like


When I walked in the front door, I found my husband standing there proudly holding a freshly baked birthday cake. My big, burly husband held a square pan in his hands. Inside was a chocolate cake with vanilla icing smeared on top in varying degrees of mountains and valleys. Stuck precariously in the icing were six pink candles blazing brightly.

I said it wasn’t my birthday until Thursday. He said that today was the only chance he had to bake it and surprise me.

Surprised I was indeed! The man had gone out, gotten a Duncan Hines cake mix and vanilla frosting and did this wonderful thing for me.

I bit into the still warm devil’s food and it tasted like love – the best taste in the world.

Monday Memories

I sit in the corner of Adelle’s sipping the last bitter drops of my tea that had gone cold. It is chilly and windy outside and I am reluctant to leave the warmth of the cozy little coffee shop. I sit for a few moments more watching the barista make something hot and foamy. I suddenly think of my daughter, Morgan, who loves the foamy chi tea here. We always delighted in the design the barista would swirl in her hot drink.

It was only a few winters past, that Morgan and I would meet every Monday at Adelle’s. The small hole-in-the-wall establishment always seems to have a warm golden glow to it. It must be the light reflecting off the art filled walls. A mixture of all sorts of folks come and go. Adelle’s is as much a feast for the eyes as it is for the palette.

Morgan only stayed one winter, then moved back home to Florida. Mondays always seem a little empty without her at Adelle’s. I can still picture her sitting across from me blowing on her hot chi tea, telling me all about what was going on in her life, her plans and dreams.

These Monday memories are like old faded photographs carefully tucked away in the scrapbook of my mind. To be taken out and looked at, remembered and cherished and then tucked away again.

I finally push back my chair and grab my book and car keys and head for the door. I think I will call my daughter when I get home.

Lentil Soup and a Side of Photos

It’s Sunday and snowing. Instead of trudging outside in boots and parka to look for winter pictures, I decided to take the lazy way out. It’s a perfect time to make soup. I had all the fixings for lentil soup and a desire to take veggie photos. Too bad I didn’t have an old wooden table with soft afternoon light coming through the windows in my restored farmhouse with the big bright kitchen. I live in a tiny artsy-crafty house with small windows and not a lot of light. So, I improvised and had a lot of fun making soup and photos.

I could just imagine being a food blog writer, cooking and taking photographs of dishes and ingredients artfully placed on an antique kitchen table using available light streaming in through large windows. I would display my creations in mismatched vintage china with white linen napkins embroidered around the edges.

For now I will enjoy my soup in a red bowl and catch the drips with a paper towel. Enjoy!

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Bit and Pieces of a Storm

I was stuck at work when Iola arrived. I kept looking out the windows as the fluffy snow came down and all I could think of was how much I wished I was outside with my camera. When my shift finally came to an end, I rushed out to my car, scrapped off the snow and carefully made my way home. I didn’t have much time when I pulled into my driveway. I ran into the house and grabbed my camera. I opened up my lens and used what was left of the fading light.

As I’ve said before, the end result might not be remarkable, but the process sure made me feel incredible. I finished just as the light was going and Winter Storm Iola was coming to an end.

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January Thaw

I was in a dismal state this morning. I hadn’t taken my camera out for so long. When I stepped outside with my dogs I felt the unseasonable mild temperature of a January thaw. The thought of mild weather for the next few days didn’t really cheer me up, as February is just around the corner. Then I thought of my camera safely tucked away in my study. I retrieved my little friend and immediately felt the anticipation as I went out the back door.

I walked to my special clearing surrounded by pine trees and lifted my face to the sun streaming through the boughs. I brought my camera eye level and clicked away. There is nothing like holding a camera and the sound of the shutter release button to bring me back to a happy place. I didn’t care if the photos weren’t stellar, it’s all about the creative process that makes me feel whole.

Everyone – have a great week!

Little bits of green moss among brown patches and melting snow.
Little bits of green moss among brown patches and melting snow.

Looking close, I saw drops of water on the ends of the pine needles.
Looking close, I saw drops of water on the ends of the pine needles.

Caught the sun coming through the wood pile, even caught a prism.
Caught the sun coming through the wood pile, even caught a prism.

Interesting finds uncovered with the melting snow.
Interesting finds uncovered with the melting snow.

I let the sun beams warm my soul.
I let the sun beams warm my soul.