A PRAYER FOR A LITTLE HOME ♥ “God bless thee when winds blow; Our home and all we know . . .” (Musica?)
Had to send you this little prayer, so perfect for this time of year, when our hearts overflow with gratitude. “Overhead thy stars O God.”
And in my little house, there’s a new stove-scape 🙂 (I suppose if we can have “table-scapes” we can certainly have “stove-scapes,” right?) I bought the little wooden house this summer at a flea market; 
I had no idea what I would use it for, but I just couldn’t leave it there. It’s been on a shelf in my studio. Yesterday my eyes fell on it, I said, come with me little house. The miniature string of lights was in my wrapping paper drawer. I stood in the kitchen prying the roof up a crack, and finally got the lights hooked over the “front porch.” Then 
I found the tree! And put more lights on it!! Just like playing dolls! I fear I will have fake snow around it before the season is over! And tiny reindeer on the roof!
Joe came downstairs, peering at it, going ever closer; when the string of lights registered, he laughed, shook his head, and said, “you’re a genius.” 🙂 It’s the little things in life!! ♥ Makes me think that if you’re looking for a fun table-scape, or mantle-scape, or top-of-the-refrigerator-scape, you might want to try raiding the toy box!
Just wanted to wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving with the prettiest prayer I know!! Because we are so lucky! We have each other!! And so much more. Our own “little houses” that we love, filled with the light of our own making. xoxo
This is the lay of the land as of yesterday. Girl Kitty still hisses if Jack gets too close, but she’s gotten very curious about him and plants herself in the middle of his whirling dervishness and just watches him.
He would really like to play with her, but he plays with his ball so as not to seem too eager. Not fooling anyone for a minute. He LIKES her. And I’m pretty sure she likes him too.
He waits at a respectful distance for Girl Kitty to meet him halfway. Which she isn’t doing quite yet. One reason I wanted a kitten was because I was afraid that Girl was bored and getting too lazy . . . she isn’t bored anymore. Her morning naps are over! She wants to see what Jack is doing.
Her sweetness shines through; she’s responding to hearing Joe’s footsteps upstairs. The part of heaven she is going to, that’s the part I want to go to, too. 
Jack has staked out a perch on top of the warm fax machine. This way when he wants to knock over a cup full of pens or dip his foot in watercolor water, he doesn’t have to go too far. What I love about Jack is that he’s a true baby, getting into all kinds of mischief, tearing around the house, wearing himself out, and needs to “go down” for a nap every afternoon. He doesn’t let out a peep when I put him in his bed in the Peter Rabbit room. And while he was having his nap, I did this.
These pecans come from Trader Joes. We all can’t be lucky enough to have a
Then, a half cup of brown sugar,
. . . Stir it all up with melted butter, Mexican hot pepper sauce (Cholula), salt, and freshly ground black pepper. And that’s it.
Pour the nuts onto a cookie sheet;
And one of our wonderful girlfriends is about to get another surprise — because it’s time to announce the winner of our Where Women Cook book 
