One thing that's nice about being my age is that I'm finally beginning to figure myself out.
Little things that seemed to elude me in the past (like, my zillion ever-changing moods)
are finally starting to make a bit more sense...At least the "when" and "why" of some of those moods, anyway.
So it appears that I am sensitive to the change of seasons. I end up feeling a bit blah at the end/beginning of each one.
What can I say? I'm not good at transitions.
During these early days of March, I've found myself wanting to create a lot less and to just sit and reflect and just "be"a lot more. Not so bad if it weren't combined with that tinge of
Here are a few things that always seem to have a way of lifting my spirits...
Some lovely new olive green flats...and of course some homemade baking is always soothing to the soul.
Just sliced Granny Smiths tossed with 1/2 cup sugar and some cinnamon, poured into a (gasp!) store-bought crust...Brushed with milk and sprinkled with sugar and baked at 400 degrees for about an hour. No fuss. No muss.
And it still smells delicious...
What makes you happy when you're feeling blue?