Breakfast at my House

During the week we’re often walking out the door with a coffee in one hand and slice of toast in the other, but on weekends breakfast is never rushed. It’s a late affair, sometimes spilling over to lunch, with lots of reading and chatter in between courses of fruits, poached eggs, honey and toast. One of our favorite things we like to serve when friends are visiting are buckwheat blueberry pancakes.

Published by kbailey374

Many things come to mind when I think about the title of my blog, "Walking After Midnight." First of all, the world is very much aware that these are dark times! Those of us with mental illness, addictions, or a love of those with these disorders are aware of the darkness in yet another way. Whatever the symptom, just the fact that we can hardly trust our genuine feelings is, to me, walking after Midnight. There is yet another Midnight. The Bible says that "... at Midnight there was a cry made, Behold , the bridegroom cometh ; go ye out to meet him."* We don't know WHEN Jesus will return, but the signs point to "soon." Meanwhile, the world is growing darker. Hope is a rare commodity. Then, of course, there's the obvious. At the moment you saw the title, you probably thought of Patsy Cline and her song, "Walking After Midnight..." Well, sure; Patsy Cline is cool. So come along. Let's do this thing together. We can make it through ... Tippie toe, tippie toe ...

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