A Reading Afternoon

It turns out to be the kind of Sunday afternoon I wait for all year.

It’s cloudy after church so, instead of going out to take photos as we thought we might, Gerry switches on the fireplace and we curl up for the afternoon with quilts and books. The only thing that would make it cozier is snow falling, but there’s still no white stuff here.

Late afternoon, I move from my quilted nest to assemble a dish of scalloped potatoes and put it in the oven. Then, hearing the siren call of Hallmark, I don my flannel jammies and relocate to the TV room to watch a Christmas movie.

Perfect, all around.



I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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