I am incredibly grateful to be able to climb to a spot like this and absorb it’s peaceful beauty. I am grateful that it exists, that I have the strength to get myself there and that I am able to be present in the delight it provides.
I have always enjoyed making risotto. Adding the broth one ladle at a time, letting the rice dry out before adding more. Gradually, watching it become a creamy mass. This time I added a little of my Mom’s saffron. I found it in a packet in her kitchen cupboard when we were preparing her house for sale. Inside the packet, a thin, waxy paper lining held the rust colored spice, like a rare golden dust that I sprinkled into the broth. Mom would have enjoyed a taste of this!