winter saturday celebrating

It's one of those most luscious winter Saturdays.  I watched large flakes falling down thick and heavy over my morning coffee, having a private celebration of the day of this daughter's birth twenty-six years ago.  Every year she is lovelier than she was before, and I am lucky to get to share in her life.

I love the nesting tendencies that take over in January.  And today, it's a rare, quiet Saturday, and all about the nesting - cooking, washing floors, cleaning in corners, washing rugs, throws and bedding, reading recipes, mandala painting and journalling.  And playing with random word magnetic poetry as I look out the window to a lovely January scene. 

celebrating winter with lazy coffee moments
and gorgeous chocolate secrets
that melt the ice
while dreaming of summer gardens with  you

Jan8-2011 Best 
I hope your Saturday is luscious too.

14 Comments

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    FutureUrban January 8, 2011

    Lovely thoughts and pictures. Who couldn’t fall in love with Paddington Bear? Hope Kelsey has a lovely birthday.
    My Winter Saturday has been infinitely lazy; reading and watching a lovely sunset.

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    Jeff Griffiths January 8, 2011

    Sounds like a perfect day…Hamilton saw some of those large flakes of snow too. Beautiful to see and easy to shovel. And, always a good day for writing.

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    Susannah January 9, 2011

    I loved your descriptions and that dreamy picture is wonderful! A very happy birth day to your daughter and to you. x

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    Jennifer January 9, 2011

    Agreed Alex – and Paddington and Kelsey were a lasting match. Glad to hear you had a wonderfully lazy day.

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    Jennifer January 9, 2011

    You’re right Jeff – PERFECT for writing!

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    Jennifer January 9, 2011

    Thank you Susannah – I’ll pass on your message to my girl!

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    reluctant blogger January 9, 2011

    Yeah my Saturday was good. It felt springlike here all of a sudden, and it does more so today. And I feel full of optimism and enthusiasm.
    I tend to pity people these January birthday’s (my father has one and my youngest son) but you made it feel a very appealing day for a birthday. I hope she had a good one.

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    lisahgolden January 9, 2011

    This was wonderful to read this Sunday morning. Which has been a vast improvement over Saturday which required a long drive to pick up a much-needed car from my daughter.
    Wishing your beautiful daughter a very happy birthday, Jen!

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    Marilyn January 9, 2011

    Happy birthday to your daughter and happy giving birth day to you. I think that my children (daughter and son) are lovelier each year too, they are such wonderful people and I love spending time with them, talking to them, listening to them …and watching them. Children are true blessings.
    My Saturday couldn’t have more different, it was one of surviving the high (98%) humidity and heat …no day dreaming or word playing, just survival ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Love your poem.

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    Jennifer January 10, 2011

    Oh springlike! Seems like a million miles away on my end – though you do get an earlier spring than us.
    I always liked Kelsey’s January birthday because she brought wonder and joy into our home in a bleak month. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    Jennifer January 10, 2011

    Oh, well I hope your Sunday continued to be good, pal.
    And I’ll pass on the birthday wish. Thanks!

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    Jennifer January 10, 2011

    Blessings indeed Marilyn. Occasionally I’ll get a stab of melancholy when I see little blond girls, and remember mine when they were small, but I continue to enjoy them so much as adults, the melancholy passes!
    Hang in there – 98% humidity is dreadful!

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    Selma January 11, 2011

    What a luscious portrait you paint. I feel warm and happy and content imagining you relaxing and looking out your window. *sigh*

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    Jennifer January 12, 2011

    Aw, gee thanks Selma! I did feel warm and happy and content.

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