The day after snow falls and flocks the trees and ground… the beauty that abounds as the sun wakes up and glistens off the branches is memorizing. I could watch for hours.
I found amusement this morning as I picked my mug… a snow flocked landscape to match a snow flocked outside. I love these cups… I have way too many of them… 11… once a set of 12 and belonged to my grandparents. As I drink coffee from it I realize how truly tiny the cups are… coffee sizes have changed over the years and we typically in this house drink from much bigger mugs. These mugs are usually used for milk and cookies or hot cider. My grandma used them for her “cocktails” cranberry juice or similar to take with her pills. I don’t remember her drinking coffee… I think by the time I was spending time with her she had stopped drinking it…or maybe I was way to entertained by the “cocktails ” so my brain only remembers that.
But today’s “cocktail” is coffee with a little too much cream…don’t judge… it’s a tiny cup and I’m having trouble estimating how much cream. Anyway, I think she’d approve.
Happy first cups