It was a quiet weekend at home as winds blustered and occasional smatterings of rain pelted the rooftops.
I loved when sunshine slipped through the clouds, making breakfast feel even warmer and cozier.
It was a weekend for quiet things: hanging laundry on the line, mending clothes torn by over-eager dogs and wayward bits of fencing, and moments spent curled up in the big, green armchair sipping tea and reading.
It was also a weekend for afternoon naps and heart-to-heart talks over cuppas. And baking. Lots of baking.
I love the healing nature of baking. It offers me time to sort out tangled thoughts and give them voice as I methodically measure out ingredients, knead dough, and thickly butter still-warm slices of bread. Whenever I can’t write or feel too frazzled to think clearly, a spate of baking will soon put me to rights.
I made buttery brioche studded with black currants. It was so good toasted and buttered for morning tea.
I made a salt-dusted loaf of white bread speckled with fresh rosemary, basil, and oregano. It was delicious filled with smoked ham and spread with grainy mustard.
And this morning I made Olive Pesto bread. I think it will go rather marvelously with the Roasted Red Pepper Soup I’ve got planned for dinner.
What activity helps you get your frazzled thoughts sorted?