Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Amen to that! The sun finally returned to the cove Friday morning, so we got outside and milked as much soaking rays as we could. Our Southern & Indian mash-up meal at the Orris’s on Friday evening was stellar. A culinary combination I highly recommend and intend to pursue. Black Mountain called its siren song to us Saturday, so we headed east for eats and playtime.
Love that cozy mountain town. I’m attached to our property here in the cove, but Candler completely lacks anything in the way of, well, anything. There are neither cafes, nor restaurants, nor book stores, nor coffee shops, nor general stores, nor garden centers, nor any kind of business that would speak to us in the Candler area. Meanwhile, Black Mountain has pubs and natural foods stores and public pools and Thai restaurants (!) and wood-fired pizza joints. One day, if we have our druthers, we’ll find a nice, private plot of land and perhaps build our dream home out that way. For now, though, we just enjoy the town as guests and pine for it after we leave.
Sunday Huxley and I stayed in our p.j.’s all day long, playing, singing, dancing, cuddling, and just going slow. My kind of day.
Here’s a photo play-by-play of what went down:
*Dinner at the Orris’s (with Rob and Karie, too, seated on the right-side of the table).
*Pork vindaloo, green beans with mustard seeds, and cardamom cornbread (my new favorite thing).
*Karie’s delicious winter squash, tahini, and chickpea salad.
*My carrot pie (riddled with cardamom, cinnamon, black pepper, and ginger).
*Brunch and coloring at Morning Glory Cafe.
*Huxley is a swing addict.
*Six ducks ‘a quacking.
*View of the Seven Sisters mountain range.
*Sliding in style.
And, AND, last night, we had a bit of a big sleeping routine breakthrough. Huxley slept in his bed from 9:30-3:30. Six hours alone, people! When he woke up and cried out for me, I moved him into my bed, but at 5:30 a.m., he tearfully, desperately asked me to put him back in “my big boy bed, Mama!”, where he slept for another 2 1/2 hours. Massive.
The funny thing is that the transition seems a bit harder for me than for him. When he got in bed with me, I had this immediate fleeting thought of “Oh, good. Now I can sleep.” I’m just so incredibly used to having him beside me, hearing him breathe, knowing he’s well-covered with blankets, that sleeping without him is presenting an adjustment on my end that I hadn’t anticipated. Oh, we mothers do hover, and fret, and worry, don’t we? Meanwhile, he’s moving on, growing up, letting go. I suppose I should follow suit.
Here’s wishing the week ahead is filled with health and happiness for you and yours!
*If you’re so inclined, you can see many more photos from our escapades here.