34 Degrees

It's cold outside. Today I moved into the final stage of grief for warmer weather: acceptance. I miss the summer. I look forward to warmer weather with great anticipation. By the time it is reasonably comfortable outside, little e. will be sitting up. Maybe he will start crawling. Big E. might be big enough to walk to the playground, or at least pedal his tricycle. There will be leaves on the trees and flowers in the grass. It is beautiful that our Creator gives us a concrete reminder of what it is to hope for renewal.

I made a green tea cake for church this week. Boy, was it ugly. Have you ever seen the cakes I have made? I have made some seriously ugly cakes. I should keep an ugly cake scrapbook. The matcha colored the frosting a terribly unappetizing moss green. E. won't even eat it. He doesn't know his colors yet, but he knows there is something wrong with that cake. I tried putting powdered sugar on it. That made it worse and I didn't think it could get any worse. It looked like mold. Needless to say, I kept the ugly (but absolutely delicious) cake for myself. Today I offered a piece to E. He said, "Okay. Momma, will you cut the green part off my piece?" Maybe I'll save this recipe for St. Patrick's day.