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Simple Pleasures #7

November 17, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

Saturday morning, Lucy woke me early and I dragged myself downstairs. After staying up well past my normal bedtime, I felt groggy and annoyed at having my warm and cozy dreams interrupted. A few minutes later, I was thankful to see the glorious sunrise. According to the pink sky peeping through the trees, we were in for a “red sky in morning, tigers take warning” sort of day. And the old proverb held true with winter weather and LSU headed our way.

25 degrees and I forgot to put my car in the garage…but see that pink sky?

Game day is always a simple pleasure. Especially with friends. And to shut out LSU? Now THAT was a thrilling pleasure.

Mississippi County Peeps. Donna Slaton Vincent, me, Craig Barnett, Lori Barnett

Later the snow fell.

I love the tranquility of snow, the quiet, cold landscape, the way it transforms ordinary into art.

What’s better on a frigid day than leftovers? Not much.

And yay for my Sorel snow boots! I walk Lucy and Annabelle no matter how frightful the weather.

Here’s wishing you a week filled with warm memories and yummy leftovers!

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.” ― Tracy Letts, August: Osage County

[tweetthis]A huge #Razorback win + warm #Sorel snow boots. #SimplePleasures I’m loving right now. You? @sorelfootwear[/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:

Belle and Sebastian – The Fox in the Snow

Simple Pleasures #3

October 12, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

This was a week filled with friends, new and old, including my first overnight guest.

with Colene (left pic) and Donna (right pic)

I made a trip to Sharum Gardens with my sister-in-law. Pumpkins were buy one get one free. Pansies were $10/flat. Is there a happier flower? I don’t think so.

I finally made it to Rick’s Bakery on College. Omgoodness yum. Cookies = simple pleasure.

I spent the weekend in Eureka Springs—the quiet drive from Fayetteville was a simple pleasure. Stunning landscape. Hillsides covered with grasses and flowers, the names I don’t know. Old barns. Hay bales. Cows and horses. Country churches and family cemeteries. I’m still pinching myself that I actually get to live in Northwest Arkansas.

I also wandered into a great organic market in Eureka and bought a huge cup of freshly roasted coffee on a drizzly morning. A simple pleasure indeed.