Foretelling a more delicate time,
They admit she is a tender soothsayer.
Dressing in scattered flora and age-old linen,
Foreknowing of brighter days,
Reminding future moods of melancholia,
Waste not our time, in your darkness, For our spirits are bright.
Have a radiant and inspiring day, my friends.
For my love of photography and writing, I am offering this sharing to you this morning.
Have a wonderful beginning to your Wednesday.
I'm leaving for Princeton and picking up an art piece at the print shop.
Sending much love and endless inspiration to you and yours,
Like an apron-wearing baker, I flour up the kitchen countertop and become the occasional Biscuiteer.
I love to bake biscuits.
I swing open the cupboard door, and with my right hand, I claim an apron. With a pullover and gentle tie of two apparently long strings, I am safely enveloped in linen.
I break away to preheat the oven to 425 degrees.
2 cups self-rising flour
1/3 cup shortening
1/2 teaspoonful salt
3/4 cup milk or buttermilk (your choice)
(butter to slice and place on each biscuit prior to baking)
Add flour and salt in a medium crock.
Cut in shortening.
Make a small whole in the center of the flour/salt and add milk. Gently combine (not too much handling, we want flaky biscuits, smiling).
Turn biscuit dough onto lightly floured countertop, press with hands until desired thickness is achieved (approximately 1 inch). Cut as many biscuits as your dough yields.
Place on baking stone/sheet.
Add a butter pat to the top of each biscuit.
Bake for 14 minutes or until golden brown.
You see, long ago, my mother taught me the magic of baking biscuits. She was what I would affectionately call a Biscuiteer.
It isn't just baking a batch of biscuits. This is particularly the case, as I grow older and have a better understanding of the importance of simple acts of kindness.
It is learning how to bake, alongside a loved one.
It is the buttery aromas of sustenance baking in the oven and filling the house with scents of hearty biscuits.
Num, num, and num!
Perhaps it is the anticipation of butter dripping off the edges before it reaches your lips? It's possible that it is a gentle combination of all of these simple things that makes baking biscuits such a treat.
I hope you give the recipe a try and invite a loved one to share the experience
Happy biscuit baking!
All my love,
I love this time of year!
Is it the warmth of the fall color tones adorning the indoor tabletops?
Is it the melancholy atmosphere leaking between the tree branches of the outdoors?
Either way, October is in the house. Whether you dwell inside or outside, I hope your house is a veil of autumn splendor.
Have a happy, healthy start to October, friends.
Farewell September, sleep tight and thank you.
September was fantastic this year, in so many ways.
I am sending much love and friendship to you, as we welcome October. May it be strewn with happiness and fulfillment.
Natural light is not unlike inspiration. The relationship is symbolic of true perception. It is there for us to see, interpret, absorb, and reflect.
After all, we are all artists.
Perhaps your eye is first drawn to the pumpkin, ceramic plate, acorns, air plant, linen apron, or the natural light leaking through the window? That's the magic. It does not matter. What matters is that you notice.
The way we express our visions, our daily glimpses, of natural light is our canvas. With awareness, we can design our surroundings with purity, truthfulness, and human delight.
Let's begin today by absorbing the positivity of our individual canvas. The potential is limitless. Your potential is limitless.
In moments of simplicity, life has a message.
Begin again, with a greater appreciation for discovering the natural beauty seen in everyday moments.
It's Monday, friends. Have a wonderfully inspired beginning to the week. October is almost here!