With the 'babies' still here, love was easy! I love Denise's wording of this practice - I often do a varient,she invites consistency & intention.
My daughter & I raked leaves, & I piled them on my gardens, with visions of spring. I still haven't planted garlic & arugula; they do well in our mild winters.
My son's 35th BD is later this week, so when they came to pick the littles up, we circled around looking for a restaurant that was open @ 11 AM (he favored Chinese) & had room for 8! The Chinese & Thai places were closed; the lovely little 'slow dining' cafe couldn't seat 8 for awhile, . . . but the Mexican Rest. across the street was open with lots of room, so in we went! Hot plates - & the littlest one scorched a finger!
It's newly opened, & good. The space is big, & a couple of restaurants have come & gone; this is the first time someone's put in booths & dividers, making it much more homey; & it's the only Mexican Restaurant in the downtown area; there's a high end Spanish Rest down the street.
Their new puppy (mostly chihuahua, maybe a bit of terrier?) came along, & puppies evoke love like no other! He's so SOFT, makes my chi, Gracie, look so big! Pancho has a new 'santa' suite - so stinkin cute!
My daughter wanted chicken & rice soup, so we made stock! After living at Breitenbush, I keep my veggie trimmings (no broccoli or other cole trimmings) in the freezer, & pull them out for stock! She had a chicken carcass, & we threw that in the crock pot in the morning, with some of those frozen goodies, & after my son's family left, & we dropped the oldest off for a FOUR HOUR ballet rehersal (need I say, Nutcracker?!) . . . we strained the broth, pulled the chicken off the bones, & started the rice soup.
I recall a wonderful witchy suggestion for stiring the soup in circular style, blessing it as it simmers.
Love, in tangible form!