Apricot jam and thoughts on traveling

The hot bread I made dropped with apricot marmalade as I dreampt about my upcoming travels.

Goals–Putting in your Time

As I heaved the hoe into the ground I felt the wood beneath my fingers callus. The morning was hot but not too hot. I had begun work early. As I had learned from previous hoeing experience that the sooner in the day you start the cooler and you’ll be.
This morning I was hoeing up my neighbors strawberry garden. I love strawberries!Here are some pictures of my work and the finished garden!

Blueberry Pancakes and Historical Justice

I watched as small bubbles rose and popped on top of the blue swirled pancakes. The heat had been rising in my kitchen since I began cooking breakfast an hour ago. I think there’s something to be said for Saturday morning breakfasts. Especially when it involves coffee and blueberry pancakes.

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Blueberry pancakes to eat in your jammies!!

Blueberry pancakes and sunny mornings. Unfortunately, my morning began way to early! Sleeping would be so much easier if I weren’t a writer. Ah, alas! blueberry pancakes and coffee to the rescue.

Interestingly enough my writing pairs quite well with my historical interests. So as I munched merrily on my pancakes I wondered about their history. This is what I came up with.

Blueberry pancakes came to be with the rise of 20th century. These soft delicious breakfast cakes were “invented” by Elizabeth White and Frederick Coville. Pancakes, however, were invented way before that in the Stone Ages!

So the pancake will go throughout history.

Providing comfort and deliciousness to all!

I remember when I was a child picking blueberries at a blue berry patch with my grandmother. What a wonderful lady she is. And popping the round little juicy stone fruits into my mouth. Such a zing of flavor, wow!

When I was young I often went with my father to my neighbors house and she would give me a bowl of frozen blueberries.

The best treat! I am so grateful that both of these people were in my life. What a great and positive thing it is to reflect on the people in our life who have given us charity, love, and positively influenced our lives.

Can you think of someone in your life who’s positively influenced your childhood?

If you feel comfortable please share below who influenced your childhood.

The Pressing Solitude of Decisions

A decision pressed closely against the glass

Reverberates a prism of thought

Of connection.

Of dissonance.

A decision of solitude.

A decision of birth or denial.

A decision pressed closely against the glass

Strains its ugly ear to find you.

Strains into your deepest thoughts.

Listening, pressing close.

Making a crowd or closing in solitude.

A decision,

A decision.

Some say there’s choice.

I say there’s a decision.

Shakespeare said, “Life’s a play and we’re all but actors.”

A decision pressed closely against the glass. 

 

Here the truth lies bound up in thought.

A decision made.

A decision wrought.

Gravity, Biking, and Coffee

If gravity didn’t hold me down I swear after I’ve had three cups of coffee I’m on the ceiling! It would be quite funny like some fictional character. Yes, today I had two cups of coffee in the morning while enrolling in classes. Definitely called for, lol, colleges make it hard enough to get enrolled, eek!

Biking was phenomenal this morning. I got up at exactly 7:10 with a drive to bike. It was so invigorating! Oh my goodness, biking before breakfast, is one of my favorite morning routines. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen nearly as often as I’d like!

Then a latte after lunch with friends. Definitely, for posterity… haha. My favorite, oat milk latte with honey and hazelnut! Definitely don’t regret it… yet.

I was surprised the coffee shop was pretty chill, today. Apparently not a whole lot of people. But I suppose it is only Tuesday. I was so happy that I went in today, as I asked my boss for more work, and she gave me three more hours! Barista/baker work is completely my jazz. I love it. I will be making scones on Thursday. In my kitchen I’ve been practicing a bit too. Tomorrow, I want to tinker around with baking cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls are so fun to make. The only problem with baking is that you have to have mouths to eat your pastries!

About that, golly, I’m glad there’s a large family in my neighborhood.

It was a blast visiting the coffee shop today as I was with a charming friend of mine, who always has quite fascinating stories! She is quite a wonderful person. My brother came along too with a book, like always, haha, he’s such a bookworm.

Holding Tight

A letter slides from my desk. Containing painfully sad thoughts. Drawn up with an ink stamp insignia.

When you hold tight to this insignia, this name of known love.

Grasp it with all your life.

Sometimes it responds and sometimes it just belies.

Belies the time it was crafted.

Belies the scribes hand.

As a woman of love

I hold tight to that insignia.

Hoping, wishing,

It to return.

Will it see past all my heartache

To rekindle and burn?

I wish for those moments when we didn’t say a word.

The insignia.

We fought.

We loved.

The letters twisting to and fro.

Now it’s all I want

Now it’s all I’ve know.

How to press that insignia bright and curling to and fro.

When you hold tight to this insignia, this name you know and love.

Grasp it with all your life.

Going through turmoil and strife.

The insignia is your future.

Carefully wrought.

Carefully wrought and made, you wait.

Holding tight and wishing for it’s return.