Mmmm....

You know I might not claim to be a fabulous cook, but I sure do like baking. I love the way it makes the whole house smell like a delicious treat. 

I opted to pull together something a bit more complicated than brownies today. I think making pie crust actually requires some practice, but that's not bad for my first try. Plus I didn't have a rolling pin and I had to find a pinch-hitter. (A can of Pam. Lol.)

But the house smells heavenly.

Little Dandelion

"Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging, 

As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,

Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass--innocent, golden, calm as the dawn, 

The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face." 

"Leaves of Grass," by Walt Whitman

::Tuesday's Tea With Me::

"The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?"

-Henry David Thoreau




Approximately one week into my Facebook sabbatical and I am coming to see the following truth in a touchable way:
Less... is more!

Going To Grandma's

It was my favorite kind of Saturday today. The kind where I get to go over to Grandma and Grandpa's for breakfast. Plus they both have green thumbs and while I'm there I like to try to figure out how to get one too. Today was beautiful and sunny so Grandma and I explored the garden and I received some big fresh lemons right off the tree. Mmmm.... they smell magnificent. 

And I love Grandma's blue and white dishes. 

Celebrate Serenity

 Truly... I don't even know what to do with myself. This Crosley turntable is the most fabulous thing I think I have ever purchased. It sings to my heart for hours. I'm glued to the spot. If I had known listening to records would feed my soul like this I'd have bought one years ago.

In fact the idea first planted itself in my heart several years back when I was completing my undergraduate degree at Point Loma Nazarene University. I  had parked off campus and was walking through a quaint little neighborhood on my way to class, when I passed a home with the garage door open and heaven floating out of that little space. I stopped and looked into the garage which was very neat and tidy, where a man sat tinkering at his workbench. I could hear the sounds of classical music floating through the air and I remember I was so mesmerized I even turned around and walked back to take it in longer. 

Sometimes in life there are things that speak to your soul, long before you know it is a part of you. I think my heart saw a piece of itself in that man's garage.