If January had a color, it would be dishwater gray. But February would be fifty shades of red.
Cherries, pomegranates, rhubarb, paprika, maroon, flushed cheeks, fire engines, burgundy fingernail polish, ladybugs.
"Red is the ultimate cure for sadness."
We're still knee-deep in January, but today's weather is delightful.
As midwinter sunlight blazed into the kitchen, I hummed a Billie Holiday song and gathered every red thing that I could find. February is only two weeks away. It's time to set a colorful, pre-Valentine's table.
Since it's still winter, I couldn't resist adding my snowman water globe.
The white hyacinth smells so sweet, reminding me that spring is on the way.
I love homemaking.
I love the simple act of gathering dishes.
Making a home is more than a simple pleasure--it is as necessary as breathing. Maybe it's coded into our DNA, a gene for homebodies, a drive to add comfort and joy to our everyday world.
Now that the table is ready, it's time to think about February and its fifty shades.
It's also time to bake. I chose an easy recipe, along with one that's a little out of my comfort zone (for me, anyway).
"Bright reds--scarlet, crimson or cherry are very cheerful and youthful.
There is certainly a red for everyone."