So, the short ribs recipe called for two cups of Cabernet.
Later it asks for a long simmer to reduce down by half.
It was a good Cabernet!
Went through the final steps with tears blurring my vision.
Those short ribs better be good!
Tears While Cooking
July 24, 2022Dancing On the Ceiling
May 7, 2022Passing through leaves, sunlight
Sending breezy Japanese maple leaf shadows
Bouncing off a small, round glass table
Forming a bright circle
Dancing on the ceiling
Blessing the moment with Ps 46:10
Knowing All Will Be Well
© 2022 Thomas W. Cummins
Shoes On The Radiator
February 23, 2021I can still smell the snowmelt
After all these years
A childhood beckons, tugs
My memory opens and embraces
Soggy grass
Puddles in the street
Wet shoes
Stuffed with newspaper
Atop the radiator by the backdoor
Wolf Moon
January 29, 2021Rising up and loping across the heavens
Scattering shadows everywhere
Wolf Moon now nestled down among the pines
Frequent Visitor
January 19, 2020Crimson gem set in
Honeysuckle filigree
Cardinal resting
My mind wanders
August 25, 2019Outside the window
Contours of the land
Among the trees
Made visible by the snow
On this quiet Saturday morning
An intrusion into my thoughts
What?
Memories, longing, loneliness?
Perhaps all that
A longing to be alone
Something pulling, tugging
Toward solitude
How can this pull,
This longing to be alone,
Intrude on loneliness?
Is what is sought,
Present in an apparent
Nothingness?
My mind wanders,
Daydreams …
Thoughts go to a small hill
In a prairie somewhere
Nothing visible but grasses
Distant trees
A breeze gently grabs at my clothing,
Washes over my face,
Rustles the grasses
I find myself on a trail
Deep in the woods
Sunlight flickering through
Leafless trees
Pale light
Winter light
Silence
A broad valley welcomes me
Soaring mountains, dark gray
Snow-covered peaks
Along the path, green
Intense green
Warmed by the rising sun
©2019 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 