I do not know what it is. It may be one or two things. It may be everything put together. But, I will try to share with you the blessings of my little kitchen. I am sure there are more women who feel as I do.
Being an older woman (and a grandmother, to boot), I find fascinating treasures in my kitchen. I bake, boil, fry, steam, etc., in this inviting room. The wonderful aromas which prevail keeps my family (and friends) coming back for more. Vanilla, cinnamon, lemon, all those scents which make your nose dance. How can anyone resist?
My grandchildren can not stay away from my kitchen when they are here! Their stubby, little fingers are eager to grab my newest cookie or pie! I laugh so hard as I watch them try to taste all the new flavors! I know I spoil them. But, how could I not share, with my family, the pleasures I get from this tiny space? I relish how much their cherub faces glow with sweet satisfaction.
I hate all the things which go into a kitchen, too. I do not want blenders, crock pots, pot holders, shredders, or smoothie makers any where near me. It disgusts me to do dishes. Of course, it is something I must do for myself. But, when it comes to family gatherings, no one wants to help do the clean up. This really makes me hotter than a fish on a grill!
But, there are days I simply want to enjoy my kitchen all by myself. I make a large cup of hot cocoa and put miniature marshmallows in it. I sit by the window and see nature pass by. Even though I do have a minor kitchen, I have so much space outside I never feel smothered. I do appreciate this so much. I feel safe within the confines of these walls.
I have thought about turning this room into something else. Maybe a den? A game room? I could probably just block it off and use it as a closet. I have a big dog named Rover who might enjoy it as a play room. I am sure if I think long enough, I can come up with something.
I know that not everyone gets emotional when they reflect about rooms in their homes. But, I am an emotional person and find it soothing to share my thoughts. The practice of enjoying where you are, seems to be gone in this generation. Things move too fast and people are too impatient. Little things in life need to be appreciated.
My little kitchen is a blessing to me. It has everything in it that I could possibly need. It is my solitude. It is my friend. Well, it could use a cot...
Being an older woman (and a grandmother, to boot), I find fascinating treasures in my kitchen. I bake, boil, fry, steam, etc., in this inviting room. The wonderful aromas which prevail keeps my family (and friends) coming back for more. Vanilla, cinnamon, lemon, all those scents which make your nose dance. How can anyone resist?
My grandchildren can not stay away from my kitchen when they are here! Their stubby, little fingers are eager to grab my newest cookie or pie! I laugh so hard as I watch them try to taste all the new flavors! I know I spoil them. But, how could I not share, with my family, the pleasures I get from this tiny space? I relish how much their cherub faces glow with sweet satisfaction.
I hate all the things which go into a kitchen, too. I do not want blenders, crock pots, pot holders, shredders, or smoothie makers any where near me. It disgusts me to do dishes. Of course, it is something I must do for myself. But, when it comes to family gatherings, no one wants to help do the clean up. This really makes me hotter than a fish on a grill!
But, there are days I simply want to enjoy my kitchen all by myself. I make a large cup of hot cocoa and put miniature marshmallows in it. I sit by the window and see nature pass by. Even though I do have a minor kitchen, I have so much space outside I never feel smothered. I do appreciate this so much. I feel safe within the confines of these walls.
I have thought about turning this room into something else. Maybe a den? A game room? I could probably just block it off and use it as a closet. I have a big dog named Rover who might enjoy it as a play room. I am sure if I think long enough, I can come up with something.
I know that not everyone gets emotional when they reflect about rooms in their homes. But, I am an emotional person and find it soothing to share my thoughts. The practice of enjoying where you are, seems to be gone in this generation. Things move too fast and people are too impatient. Little things in life need to be appreciated.
My little kitchen is a blessing to me. It has everything in it that I could possibly need. It is my solitude. It is my friend. Well, it could use a cot...
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