Fire's on in the family room. Brenda is whipping up a batch of fresh blueberry muffins. Strong European coffee is brewed in a french press. My kind of coffee!!! More chit chat, more laughs, more admiration of our babies. Aren't they gorgeous!!
Smells of bacon and eggs fill the air. Champagne bubbles mesmerize me again. We find ourselves at the table once more. Delightful, dazzling, delicious, delectable brunch. Eggs, bacon, fresh potatoes, grilled tomatoes, thinly sliced mushrooms, toast, superbly thick gooey homemade marmalade ..... I take a silent vow no food shall cross my lips for a week.
Suddenly it is 2:00 pm. I must drive back to Victoria.
I come away from Brenda and Peters' a better person. My heart is full, my soul has been fed, my spirits have been lifted in some immeasurable way. I've been nourished not only with food, but with friendship, camaraderie and love. Isn't that what we all need a little more of?
"This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunset to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life."~ Lynnie Buttercup
PS: What makes my heart sing, my mouth water and my waste expand? Brendas' incredible Christmas tart, of course.