A tall tumbler of this tea, made from a newly-filled tin… just the smell of it makes me happy.
The desert sky is lightening on this new year, pale pink to the east, still darker to the west as the full blue moon sets gently over the Jemez mountains. The baby is pulling out toys, one after another, seeming to choose and favor anything with jingling bells, which is a sweet, sweet sound on this cold morning. The wood stove is roaring with a new morning fire, so the heat is concentrated around it while the rest of the room holds its nighttime chill.
Perfection can be so simple.
Happy new year to all.— Andrea in New Mexico
p.s. It’s New Year’s Day! I hope to not see anyone drinking anything they’ve rated less than a perfect 100 this morning, OK?