The skies were dark this morning, and the forecast full of thunder. Today being a day off (from paid labour at least), it was a great treat lie in bed and hear the storm come crashing and rolling in, to watch the lightning flashing through the blinds, and to reflect that I couldn't possibly take a training ride in all this weathery commotion. (I'm having a bit of cycling burnout right now.)
Stormy weather is baking weather, so a blueberry-apple crumble was added to the breakfast menu.
What a lovely colour blueberries turn when baked ... divinely dark and juicy purple, staining the apple juices with a rosy blush.
Also on the menu were scrambled eggs with goat cheese and fresh-picked chives. Such a treat to have fresh herbs again, growing outside the kitchen door.
Such a treat to use my great-grandmother's plate, and to be reminded of my mom, in whose cupboard it sat for decades.
Mr. M and I ate in the porch. We watched the lightning flicker behind the grey clouds, and listened to the sound of falling rain.
"I hope it rains all day," I said. "A nice soaker rain," he agreed.
Then the postie turned in to our driveway. "Are you expecting a package?" I asked. (Usually the mail is delivered to our mailbox across the street.)
"I don't think so," said Mr. M. He got up and leaned out the door to take the delivery, which included a box addressed to me.
"It's from Astri! I forgot this was coming!" (I had recently won Astri's Summer Guessing Game.)
Inside the box were my prizes:
Three skeins of luscious "Cloud 9" yarn by Cascade (how appropriate was that?)...
...a bag of Lindt white chocolate truffles (mmmm), and, inside the card, one of Astri's justly famous crochet roses (purple of course - she knows me well):
The perfect ending to a perfect morning. Thanks Astri! :)
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