Sunday, April 27, 2008
Well it's time.
It's the time of the year when the porridge is coming out of the pantry. Yeh. I love porridge and brown sugar and milk and cold mornings and quiet children and now WAKEUP. Reality is that porridge is for after I put the children on the bus to school when I have time to savor it, when I imagine that I am in a cottage in the Blue Mountains and my man is out gathering wood and I have darning to do. Again, back to reality.
Reality is four children, a husband who works away alot and not a wood fire insight. But there is alway's Uncle Toby's porridge.