Pink pink pink pink. I'm all about pink lately. Thought I was beyond it, but nope. Everywhere I turn, my eyes frantically dart to the pink.
And this candle I picked up on Saturday? The one with the most deliciously perfect scent in the entire universe? This is not an exaggeration, guys. I am a very tough critic when it comes to scents. Add in the pretty packaging, and suddenly the $12.95 seems like chump change.
I mustn't forget my beloved orzo salad. I can't believe I haven't shared this recipe yet. It's simple. A pound of orzo, a cup & a half of (fresh) feta, a bag of dried cranberries, a cutting board worth of chopped basil & wild arugula, a couple of tablespoons of olive oil and the juice of two lemons. Mix it all together, season with salt & pepper, and serve at room temperature. I've eaten a bowl every day for the past four days. You will too if you decide to make it. Promise.
Ah, ciderfest. I've invented a new word: ciderific. Because cider is just that. Especially cider made from apples collected in buckets and then run through a 100-year-old wooden press. There was conversation and laughter, puppies and beer. Babies, trees, a potluck picnic, and leaves the color of fire. Fire leaves! It was all very ciderific.
See? Fire leaves. My camera lens almost melted from those colors.
Lately, I can't seem to satiate my craving for unscheduled down time, preferably in or around my home. Books, sunlit windows, walkable neighborhood errands, dancing with my husband, dinner with friends, jars of tulips, new leather shoes, letter writing in the coffee shop--these familiar comforts--they're all I seek.