Time can move slowly, speed by, or it can simply be a blur. The days have felt suspended for the last week after the 97 year old father-in-law fell breaking his hip. News yesterday was he is doing well in rehab after the successful surgery. So maybe days will now move into ordinary time again.
Yesterday the air was cold but the sun reached the ground with a crisp brightness, like the fresh suns of spring. So I turned down the furnace, opened the windows and cleaned our bedroom. Ah, one room felt better by the end of day.
With both spring and St Patrick’s Day in the wings, thoughts of things green and Irish Soda bread came to mind. So for supper I made Irish muffins. I could not find currants in my local stores last fall and a sister-in-law brought me some from Montana. The tiny fruit bits were perfect making these speckled muffins wonderful.
This morning the sun is here again…I need sunlight so much, and I am grateful for these rays, for this day!