Having so much fun meeting folks who enjoy my books at Bouchercon.
Today I'm grateful for....PUMPKIN!!!!!! Pie, tarts, soups, bread, muffins, cheese cake, plain old roasted and slathered with butter and honey...you name it, I'm eating it. Frozen pumpkin custard makes me understand addiction. I know the availability of quality canned pumpkin puree allows me to feed my need year round, but I don't. I wait with great anticipation for my first taste of pumpkin in season. It's gotta be when the air is chilled and the leaves are as golden as my beloved squash's rind. Then I kick off the all-pumpkin-all-the-time season. This morning I had a pumpkin muffin with my breakfast. My mid-morning snack was a scoop of pumpkin custard. There's a pair of pumpkin tarts resting in the fridge for dessert tonight. I love pumpkin and am grateful to live on a planet where it exists. Now excuse me while I sip my pumpkin chai and put the finishing touches on book number four of The Justice Series. Life is so danged delicious!
Today the object of my gratitude is Saturday morning. Waking up to my own natural rhythm. That marvelous first awareness that there's no early appointment. Snuggling down under the covers and sneaking a foot over to Sweetie. His stretch rouses the kids. The seven month old responds with manic kisses, pawed attacks, and nibbles to our ears and fingers. The ten year old musters enough energy to plod up from my feet and plop his head next to mine. One quick Good Morning lick to the cheek and he's asleep again. The baby settles down and Sweetie and I pick up last night's conversation as though eight hours of slumber hadn't happened. After a while he gets up and the kids jump off to follow. Sweetie takes them outside for their morning ablutions while I savor the short-lasted joy of having the big bed all to myself. Then the Saturday sonata shifts to its second movement. First person downstairs turns on the fireplace. The smell of bacon fills the kitchen while we read the paper. Leisurely today...taking time for all the articles catching our eye. The birds and squirrels scamper outside the window and we comment on how fat they're getting. Winter's coming. Sweetie is wearing my favorite t-shirt this morning. The one made soft from nearly two decades of washings. The one with little holes poked in the shoulder by three sets of puppy teeth. Two of those pups are long passed, but the new baby continues to contribute to the tatting. I make him promise never to throw that shirt away. Breakfast is finished. "Should I make another pot?" "Sure. This puzzle's not going to solve itself." We focus on the crossword...toughest of the week...requiring both our brains to complete. We sit a little longer in our pajamas, watching the kids wrestle in the middle of the kitchen. Soon enough the chores and tasks of today will intrude. But let me linger a sweet moment longer in this sacred time. It's Saturday morning at my house and I am eternally grateful.