Sometimes, beauty just finds a way to smack you in the face and take your breath away. AHAmoment. It makes you stop and take note. For good reason.
Sometimes even before you have finished your first cup of morning coffee, so you better wake yourself up and be ready for it!
I walked out of my parents house with a cup of coffee after feeding Sunday morning and I was smacked in the face with this beautiful sight. I could not help but snap a quick photo of it. It had me smiling all day.
You know me and that light and those long shadows.
You see those pine trees there? Legend has it they came all the way from Georgia. Random, yes, but I love these pine trees more than any other. I never knew I could be so sentimental over some random pine trees in Texas that are said to be from Georgia. What a story I am sure they could tell.
I love how after twenty years of coming here, I am still amazed and taken away by the beauty. God’s beauty. The interesting thing about it is that it is never the same. It is dynamic and ever changing. From day to day, season to season, year to year. Like God’s love. Ever present and eternal, always taking you by surprise and reminding you of His presence. It brings your feet right square down to the ground.
Anyway. While Sunday was a stunner of a day, Friday and Saturday were wet, cold, and windy. We got quite a bit of rain ourselves and the ground was basically soup (not the best for riding). It had us all in an eating and drinking mode. Convenient since I really had zero desire to organize and clean all my things from my trip.
We all had been craving molasses cookies. Presumably all suffering in silence until I broke down and stated my craving aloud and everyone desperately agreed. Naturally, I had to bake some. If you have never tasted these delights, you are missing out. We all grew up on them.
It is as simple as that. Or, as this rather.
Make the dough.
Ball the dough (directly, if you are too impatient to chill the dough first).
Roll the dough…in sugar. Making sure to get some on the counter with the help of a little person. You are not doing it right if you do not.
Bake the dough.
But not too long!
Then you eat an exorbitant amount of them! So so good. They got me thinking. I should try these with pumpkin!
Want the recipe? I will share it with you soon!
After baking, we took a stroll to the river to see how high it had gotten.
There is a beach under there somewhere.
It is still supposed to rise up a bit more, but it should stay in bank even still.
All of that work made us thirsty. I made myself a ginger orange margarita.
By then the day was almost over and it was evening feeding time.
These two just tickle me to death. This is definitely not the best photo in the world, but I sure do love it. I often find them like this. Five and a half years later and they still choose to share a stall.
Then with a Sunday like this…I just have to show you again.
What else is there to do but hop on the best mare and call for the kids to come out and join you.
Such a contrast of weather in two days.
Walk in love, dear readers!