I woke up before light, this last Sunday in January. The winter morning was cold and dark. Cash and the cats were cuddled on their blanket and did not stir when I cut the lamp on. I finished a writing project while I had coffee. It felt good to sit at the morning table without a schedule to hinder my thoughts.
When light first came to the rabbit patch, I noticed a heavy frost covered the ground. I put a pot of beans on, for Sunday Dinner and settled in to read a butterscotch pie recipe from The Farm Life Ruritannette Cookbook, one more time. Miss Sylvia, who hosts the Old Christmas parties, gave me the book, when I first moved here, a decade ago. It is my favorite cookbook. The recipes hardly ever start off with a “box of instant” something- and whipped topping does not go in every dessert. I like “old school” cooking”, besides, I had finished reading Chasing Jubal, and felt certain it was a good day to make meringue.
By mid morning, the rabbit patch kitchen had a roast in the oven and a pie on the counter, with a crown of meringue, piled high. Cash was awake and he makes sure the cats get up, when he does. Cash is a self-appointed guardian of the cats. He comes to their rescue, breaks up arguments and tattles if they get in to mischief. The cats are always hungry and beg noisily for every meal. If I doddle, Cash goes to the pantry door and barks til I go in to get their food. The ruckus started this morning when I was making the biscuits and staring out at the frost.
Kyle and Christian were home and so with mama and daddy, the kitchen table was full at twelve o’clock. Of course, I used my fancy winter china with the redbirds and ribbons. We did not get up after the pie was served, but lingered at the table. Christian got his guitar and played some old Hank Williams songs softly, while daddy told us stories about his childhood. As it turns out, he was a rascal.
And so the last Sunday in January , at the rabbit patch, passed in a beautiful fashion. When the light fell low, I thought of how my boys learned that even rascals can grow up and become noble. I thought about Christian playing Hank Williams, because he knew daddy liked it. It was beautiful to me that mama cheered daddy on with stories she remembered, that had been told, of his childhood. I felt like we had a gift bestowed upon us right there in the rabbit patch kitchen. It did not take me long to realise that of all the things, that could have happened on this day, this was surely, one of the best.
What a lovely day…..rising before dawn…I enjoy sitting down and reading a cookbook….and such a lovely family time…..and cooking in the kitchen…..sigh 😉
This sounds like the best day ever. Good food, Warm kitchen. Family close and memories spilling over so the next generation knows the history of their grandparents. Toss in the music and it sounds perfect! This made me give a big sigh of contentment. Thanks for letting us into your wonderful day.
What a delightfully wonderful day! You can weave a story so intricately…I can see all of you sitting at the table listening to the music as your dad tells his stories! My mother often made butterscotch pie! I can see her meringue piled high up to the sky…I imagine that yours was the same way! Your day makes me so very happy!
awwh-thank you-it was a wonderful day-so peaceful . It is something that just an ordinary Sunday was so sweet-and the pie was good. xoxo Love your kind words
You always turn ordinary things into a cozy one. My mind was already creating images of your Butterscotch pie,how did yours go?
Is it the last Sunday already, time indeed flies so fast.
January over here was a fierce cold one.
Thanks to reading material like yours that makes my heart warm.
Enjoy the week!
you are so kind- the pie was good. thankfully-and yes too time flying! Our winter has been mild really with only a few freezing temps. i so appreciate your sweet comment!
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Even though this was posted in response to 52 Weeks of Thankfulness, it is so filled with thankfulness for the simple things in life that I had to share it.
oh yay!! and thank you-my heart was so overwhelmed with gratitude when I reflected on those few hours. I so appreciate this. You have made me grateful again.
Michelle~ am just not getting things done, as far as writing. maybe this willet to you. my e-mail is.. loisjoyhillgren@gmail.com if you want to send things here to my apartment. I am ok & appreciate your concern.. just do not get to writing hardly at all. especially since I have moved. still trying to get things into some kind of order. have lots done but not all. mica is not liking the smaller area but I finally saved up enough to get her a tower & she is better now. can look out. I am missing the sun. this new apt. is on the north side of the building & the sun does not come in at all. will be ok when it gets so hot here in desert, but right now a little chilly.. surely not as chilly as it gets at the rabbitpatch.!! more later.. Best wishes LjH
You are so blessed to have your family still close! I miss the Sunday dinners that I grew up with, going to grandparents home. Would love to have my grands at the table. It’s hard that they are 6 hours away, and growing up WAY TOO fast.
I think of that often. Families used to live close-it was just a given. My son says it is the job market-I so miss being able to depend on that and mine are close, for now!!! thank you Debra!
I wish I could tell you how I felt when i read your word-I have never been told that and I was about silly with pleasure-thank you-you are so kind and thank you for following-I look forward to your visits. . .and will visit your blog too.
What a lovely day…..rising before dawn…I enjoy sitting down and reading a cookbook….and such a lovely family time…..and cooking in the kitchen…..sigh 😉
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I was so content-sweet life. thank you xoxo
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Sounds like an idyllic day!
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That sounds like the best of days!
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This sounds like the best day ever. Good food, Warm kitchen. Family close and memories spilling over so the next generation knows the history of their grandparents. Toss in the music and it sounds perfect! This made me give a big sigh of contentment. Thanks for letting us into your wonderful day.
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I know this was your kind of day too-I felt so blessed, because I was-just as you described. thank you! xoxo
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What a delightfully wonderful day! You can weave a story so intricately…I can see all of you sitting at the table listening to the music as your dad tells his stories! My mother often made butterscotch pie! I can see her meringue piled high up to the sky…I imagine that yours was the same way! Your day makes me so very happy!
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awwh-thank you-it was a wonderful day-so peaceful . It is something that just an ordinary Sunday was so sweet-and the pie was good. xoxo Love your kind words
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You always turn ordinary things into a cozy one. My mind was already creating images of your Butterscotch pie,how did yours go?
Is it the last Sunday already, time indeed flies so fast.
January over here was a fierce cold one.
Thanks to reading material like yours that makes my heart warm.
Enjoy the week!
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you are so kind- the pie was good. thankfully-and yes too time flying! Our winter has been mild really with only a few freezing temps. i so appreciate your sweet comment!
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What a beautiful last ‘January’ Sunday you had! Diane
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A precious time! Memories to treasure for a lifetime and the next generations…You have such a beautiful way with words!
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thank you-I loved watching my parents and boys-love your kind words. xox
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A January Sunday to be thankful for.
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Even though this was posted in response to 52 Weeks of Thankfulness, it is so filled with thankfulness for the simple things in life that I had to share it.
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oh yay!! and thank you-my heart was so overwhelmed with gratitude when I reflected on those few hours. I so appreciate this. You have made me grateful again.
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YOUR VERY WELCOME.
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how kind! Thank you! So glad you visited the rabbit patch-please come again when you can!
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Tks. Warm hugs!
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just saw that you followed-another thank you-I will visit your blog !
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Michelle~ am just not getting things done, as far as writing. maybe this willet to you. my e-mail is.. loisjoyhillgren@gmail.com if you want to send things here to my apartment. I am ok & appreciate your concern.. just do not get to writing hardly at all. especially since I have moved. still trying to get things into some kind of order. have lots done but not all. mica is not liking the smaller area but I finally saved up enough to get her a tower & she is better now. can look out. I am missing the sun. this new apt. is on the north side of the building & the sun does not come in at all. will be ok when it gets so hot here in desert, but right now a little chilly.. surely not as chilly as it gets at the rabbitpatch.!! more later.. Best wishes LjH
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You are so blessed to have your family still close! I miss the Sunday dinners that I grew up with, going to grandparents home. Would love to have my grands at the table. It’s hard that they are 6 hours away, and growing up WAY TOO fast.
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I think of that often. Families used to live close-it was just a given. My son says it is the job market-I so miss being able to depend on that and mine are close, for now!!! thank you Debra!
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Brilliant
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I wish I could tell you how I felt when i read your word-I have never been told that and I was about silly with pleasure-thank you-you are so kind and thank you for following-I look forward to your visits. . .and will visit your blog too.
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A full kitchen, music, and storied sounds like a beautiful day!!:)
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