Breakfast with Blanche

Apple, cinnamon, raisin baked oatmeal is in the oven. The coffee is hot and strong. Come on over for breakfast!

And, although the weatherman denies it, my old weather eye notices the clouds this morning and I think it looks like coming snow. I’m probably wrong, but I’ve seen the sky look like this in winters past and it heralded snow.

There’s a picture on my Facebook page of a Victorian couple, house behind them, evergreens in front, walking through falling snow. I love looking at that picture and could spin lots of stories about the couple, their life together. I guess I’m just a romantic at heart.

As, by the way, are Darcy, Flora, and Ned. I read once that the definition of a romantic is someone who thinks, “any time but now, any place but here.” I don’t know that I agree with it, but those nostalgic pictures we see at this time of year certainly are pretty and make me wish to step back a few decades, just to see how it was.

Finally, the bird feeders are up, and the birds are enjoying the sunflower seeds; however, a little gray titmouse and a black-capped chickadee or two like something on my crepe myrtle bush in front of my window. It is bare of green leaves but they seem to be pecking at bud stems. Or, maybe there are some tiny insects. Hmmm. Another mystery.

Christmas nears and the frantic pace of shopping increases. Go with me to a cabin back in the deep woods. It’s a small house, easily heated by the big fireplace. The pantry is stocked with food, bookshelves are stocked with books (mostly mysteries), and there’s plenty of coffee. Let’s put our feet up and enjoy looking out at the falling snow as breakfast bakes in the oven. You know, if I had had a few dates and nuts, I’ll bet they would have added to the yumminess of the oatmeal.

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