This weekend was a little gift.
A big gift, actually.
Beautiful light. Lovely drives. Basketball games. Cooking. Movies. Laughter, tears.
Mom showed up for a minute and helped me make marmalade. Of course, I did not find a recipe that I loved so it turned into a classic homemade mix up of lovely grapefruit, orange and ginger.
And the sourdough bread just came out of the oven.
Bread, butter, marmalade. Paddington would be jealous.