Marmalade

The brief moment in time was at 7.56am (yeah, too early to be up and dressed on a Saturday).

Quiet house ....only sounds are the rain and wind outside, traces of 'The Acoustic Album' coming from the kitchen, the smaller boy singing in the shower - at least he's no longer singing old Whitney Houston songs....

Small achievements already ticked off (making the bed, getting dressed)

Fresh fragrant strong hot-but-not-too-hot coffee, yeasty chewy bread toasted (but no colour), real crust, crunchy and golden like a landscape, homemade lime marmalade*

...always reminds me of  mum who used to keep me well stocked with her marmalade
But writing this also reminds me of when I had to make lists of things I was grateful for just to get through the day. This time I'm just doing it to capture moments so they don't slip away, ensure that I don't become oblivious to this moment. Now. Life is too short.

*I finally took up the challenge a few months ago and used all those Kaffir limes no one knows what to do with. Strangely satisfying slapping all the labels on still warm jars full of my labours that day. The rich golden colour (not for marmalade purists) with suggestions of what is lurking in the gooey sugary gel.