Bread rising
Muffins baking
Hot milk cooling for a long night of fermenting to yogurt
Music playing
Tea steeping
Cat meowing for belly rubs and snuggles while we wait
Children snoozing
Hubby waiting
Lights are dim and stars prick the night sky like the toothpick pricks the muffins;
Tiny holes of light speckling the night as if to check the doneness of the day
Tomorrow is a new day
A day that likely will look like most every other day these days
A day of the mundane
A day of the miraculous
A day of simple joys and motherly pleasures
A day of beauty and delight
A day of cooking for kids and cleaning up floors
And I am so blissfully content, so radiantly aware of all the glory in this season
And I am finding that with contentment is great gain
I might be poor
But I’ve never been so rich
G&P,
-SF
Written: 8/25/24
Cotton Ribbons 