pancake breakfast

We haven’t taken the time lately to get up early enough to make breakfast together. French toast is his favorite. Bacon and waffles are mine. But, since I can’t have eggs and we don’t have a waffle iron we settle for the comfort of pancakes most often. 

I have a recipe or two that I love but what I've been missing is not actually the pancakes. I love the time. The morning sitting time that we gather up together. It’s an opportunity to talk and dance and tease and sit and be. I even take pictures without makeup on which in the last few years I have felt too uncomfortable to do. And when we do finally shower and dress the day feels better. Not because of what we ate, but because we ate. Together. Quietly. In the embrace of a morning.

Forgotten things and lost keys

This morning was just one of those mornings. We spent ten minutes looking for keys; then had to run back to the house, not once but twice, before we ever even left for forgotten things. 

And although it was hectic, nothing could put me in a bad mood.

We woke up early, went for a walk and when my stomach started hurting we sat on the couch eating oatmeal, drinking cider and reading together. Reading and cider are a universal cure-all in my opinion. 

Happy weekend eve. (This is a great cause for celebration.)

Trousers/Blouse: ASOS, Belt: Nordstrom Rack, Cardigan: Target, Earrings: Etsy, Shoes: Thrifted

Here is a poem.

The juxtaposition strikes me

Of trees filled with purplish-red leaves,

But some branches still clothed in greenish yellow,

While the sky is the color of winter,

And the air feels like a warm breath of air against my neck.