It is quiet in the house and I am about to make a small supper for my husband.
The sun is setting so wonderfully just outside the kitchen window,cheering me to a warmth
of being. A purple finch is perched on the horsechestnut tree sunning himself...kindred spirit.
In the early years my husband and I were as poor as churchmice. We ate simply then,
and we eat simply now. One of his favorites is meatballs, rice and corn. I know...a bit too much starch,but it is one of those meals that brings a smile on his face when he lifts the lid.
His smiles have always been important. I am blessed with a partner who is grateful.
So as I mix the ground meat with breadcrumbs,seasoning,egg and onion
...I feel like the bird on the twig outside