Saturday, January 5, 2008
In this case, downtown Chattanooga. This is the pedestrian footbridge that crosses the Tennessee River, in the distance. We visited several galleries and nifty shops and I saw things that are going to make it into my quilts in the future. But I also saw a place in which I could see myself living in the future. Very nice little town.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Here is my sister and my daughter making cookies together. I am thankful that they are doing this together, without my needing to be a bridge between them. They connected. Not that this is unusual, but I'm thankful for it anyway. And where was I? I was in the other room crocheting a hat for my daughter, which didn't fit when I was done. That's another story. The cookies turned out so delicious. And now they have a memory together.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
I know this is dangerously similar to the post of two days ago, but really. How could I not be thankful for snow when we weren't expected to see any? I didn't just see it on the ground, either. I got to watch it fall. And listen to the wind blow all night long while I was cozy in my bed. And the flakes were the lazy kind, not very interested in making it all the way down to the ground. But, you can see, they did eventually leave their mark.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Chicken enchiladas with mole sauce, sour cream, guacamole, and fried rice with chili powder. Not something that is easily found or made in Singapore, where I live. Not something I've ever had, in exactly this way, before. But it was so delicious and low fat (yeah, right) and just perfect as the first meal of the year. One of those meals you revisit in your mind long after it's passed through your system.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
I know this is contrary to the favorites of many of those that I love, but still I am thankful for winter.
I love the cold, the layering of clothing and blankets. I love the foods that I am inspired to cook during the winter, the cozy feeling one gets when it is freezing outside, but there's no need to go out.
Without winter, there is no contrast with the rest of the seasons. It is shadow to the light of spring, summer, and autumn.