Lemon thyme pot roast
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I grew up in an old parsonage built in 1910. It had plaster walls and an oversized brick fireplace. But the feature I loved the most was the warped glass panes on every inch of this 3000 square foot home. I loved them because they exaggerated every drop of rain. A simple shower turned into a storm. Every rainy day, and there are a lot of rainy days in Oregon, was an excuse to drink hot rose tea and wrap up with an old past-down quilt. I love storms, even to this day. My husband and I just came in from a busy Sunday morning. And it’s been raining. I’ve changed into pajamas that consist of his long sleeved shirt, my old tethered softball sweats and an ugly pair of chunky socks. The fire is on and the house is unusually clean for just having hosted a party the night before. I’ve finally caved in and I’m sipping on an eggnog latte. The scene is perfect, including some raindrops on my living room windows. Storms are always best when viewed from inside. This week is going to be better than the last. I’ve had one of those weeks that I just […]
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