The little pond in my backyard frozen with this wintery weather. I don’t think it’s ready for ice skating just yet (nor am I ever ready for that…kids in Belfast had to literally hold me up when we took them). I love the greenish glow of patchy sunlight reflected on it.
Rushing out to the grocery store to get a few essentials before the weather worsened. In the parking lot, a kind man said, “Aren’t you the preacher?” I said yes, and he explained that he read and enjoyed my food column in the newspaper. What a thoughtful thing to say. Once the groceries were stowed away and I sat for a minute, I heard a strange noise outside. The sleet had begun; I was home just in time.
Laughter-inducing texts from good friends.