Cold

I could feel it creeping in yesterday, around the edges of the room. It crept slowly, just a little bit here and a little bit there. I noticed it though, lurking in the corners of the room. I tried to ignore it, after all, it had been late this year. But there it was- cold. I look forward to the first time cold visits each year. I get to enjoy a crackling fire, the smooth, creaminess of hot chocolate, the warm scent of pumpkin spice candles, and the delicious scent of baked goods. Cold lets me do all the warm things I love so much!

Delight

Honey mustard chicken and spaghetti squash

In the oven

Cooking

Cooking

Cooking

Bread dough punched down and divided

On the counter

Rising

Rising

Rising

Sisters talking and texting all day long

On the computer

Laughing

Laughing

Laughing

Wonderful way to spend the day

At my house

Happy

Happy

Happy

For my sister who shared my spontaneously delighted day with me and who helped write this poem although she didn't know she was doing that at the time :)