Whew, just made up some Italian patties and will freeze them for some night when we are too busy to cook. the House smells like my Gramma's house.
there is nothing more soothing to one's soul than smells that trigger happy childhood memories, ...one for me is my Gramma. She came over from the old country and spoke broken English, always ready with food and hugs.
I so miss my Gramma, but I know she is always near in my heart. her speggetti and
I got kittens all taking naps, so I took a minute for me.
the predicted winter storm is knocking on the door, it is starting to snow.
we are ready to snuggle down and watch the beauty of God and nature.
Have a wonderful day!.
Friday, February 5, 2010
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