A Warm Week, a Wet Whistle, and Wonderful Walks

Thanksgiving Thursday seems to very often center around simple things.  I like it that way.  Most days there’s nothing profound happening, unless you count meditating on something about God.  That’s always profound.  But in the everyday, things to be thankful for are usually plenty and simple.

This week I’ve been basking in warm weather. 

No way should I have been outside with the boys today, wearing jeans and a T-shirt.  November in New England was always hats, mittens, and scarves, bright stinging cheeks, and piles of musty leaves.  Somehow we got an amazing blessing: 60’s and 70’s and all the sunshine you can handle.

Each morning before we plow out the backdoor, full speed ahead, I’ve been serving muffins and porridge and drinking tea.  Something about that hot, sweet beverage (English Breakfast Tea is the substance of choice, currently) fills me up and makes me smile.  I feel connected to my roots. 

I’m English.  Someone must have known that was awfully boring, and made a lot of teas to compensate.  Pinkies up!

I am also thankful for the wonderful walks I’ve been able to take with the boys. 

Our little makeshift tandem stroller has taken us on warm photography walks close to home, saving gas money and just enjoying the neighborhood. 

You should hear Riley crying out, “Woah!  OOOOooooOOOOOh!  BLECH! (for garbage cans) and “That!  Wuz that?!” all the way down the road. 

I love our outings. 

Quinn hangs out for the ride, and looks less than amused until someone directly socializes with him.  Next year, maybe.

What a great week.  It’s had its share of stress, to be sure.  But the “spoonful of sugar that helps the medicine go down” has been a big serving spoon this week. 

Thanks, God.  🙂

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2 thoughts on “A Warm Week, a Wet Whistle, and Wonderful Walks

  1. I know what you mean about simple things. I think if we don’t know how to take pleasure and thankfulness in simple, everyday things we’re doomed. I made looseleaf English breakfast tea in a pot just now to drink while helping Elijah with his homework. Ah, the sound of the tea pouring from the pot to the cup. Can you hear it?

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