The canner simmered with jars of delicious jams, jellies, and sauces; I just couldn't resist some beautiful jars hissing and popping on the counter.
The coffee pot simmered, warm and ready to warm cold hands and soothe chilled bodies. I suppose coffee doesn't actually simmer, but you get the picture.
The soup pot simmered as hearty beef stew bubbled and boiled. Heaping bowls were accompanied by tasty corn muffins; perfect remedy for the howling wind haunting us.
The diffuser simmered with thieves blend, releasing a warm and soothing aroma into the air. Dry, cold wind gave great need for a bit of moisture in the house.
The tub simmered (well, again, use your imagination) with hot mineral bath; much needed after all the chores were finished tonight.
And so it seems the simmering ends- beneath layers of quilts we lay our heads, breathing in deep the fragrance of home. Tonight my prayers are lifted for the cold, the hungry, and the ones without shelter- may God's grace find them and bring them comfort and direction.