oh, great goddess of domesticity

thank you for the magic of sourdough starter, for rhubarb that stews up so deliciously

and for the wonder of sprouting radish seeds,

full of goodness, growing right here in my kitchen.

thank you, too, for the extra laundry (!)

 that reflects 

the blessings of having a wonderful place to retreat to.

and thank you for the humble freezer, 

where i found 

leftover "good old steak and guinness pie"

(thank you jamie oliver)

cooked and frozen in march...

for supper tonight.

allowing me time to sew, sew, sew

 on this dark, rainy, chilly afternoon.

thank you, great goddess of domesticity

for your simple blessings.