sunrise: 6:38
This felt to me like the quintessential November morning - light frost, clear skies, an invigorating pinch of cold air on the cheeks, the subtle crunch of grass under my boots, and views opened up in all directions through the newly shorn woods.
Morning air like this opens the eyes and the mind and the heart to possibilities.
When I came back inside I was engulfed in the aroma of a pot of 13 bean soup over which I was despairing last night. They soaked for 16 hours and simmered in the crock pot for 10, but were still hard and dry at dinner time last night. We had pizza. So we left them to keep cooking all night. They are almost soft this morning, but I'll leave them in for the rest of the day. That should do it. Stubborn beans.
Still, they make for a delicious warm welcoming in the air. That adds even more to the atmosphere of a perfect November day.
Friday, November 19, 2010
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