Friday, July 14, 2006
A Quiet Morning
Soft breezes with high humidity, the shade of the porch balmy, fresh scent of warming flowers and their perfume, I bring some figs outdoors to sketch. In between glazes, I start the preparations for fig jam.
As the day grows into its scorching afternoon lethagy, I finish my sketch and return to the air conditioning and a kitchen I'll heat up with boiling jam. Still, after such a long, late, busy week, this quiet moring with time to sit, sketch, share a recipe with my daughter, and relax, is a gift of grace -- deeply appreciated and gratefully relished -- along with the cut figs of my sketch!