Back to my old habits, without a good reason other than I am a master procrastinator. I’d blame it on winter, but I’m like this all the time, so I can’t honestly do that. Whatever, I am here now to share.
What did you or did not like about the first place you lived without your parents? I think what I liked the most was that it was my own place. I was married before I moved, way too young, but you couldn’t have told me that without hearing a big denial.
What is your most favorite smell/scent? Oh my. Freshly baked bread. Sheets dried on a line outside. Baby powder. Freshly mown grass. Cinnamon and spice. Lilacs. The gentle scent of pink peonies, cut and in my vase.
Would you prefer snowy winters, or not, and why? This answer is a demonstration of the stupidity of humans – or at least of me. When I was much younger, I loved walking in the first snow, while it was snowing. Then I got older. When I first moved to Southern California, I delighted in shirt-sleeve Christmas weather without ice and snow. After a few years, I began to miss the seasons, and eventually moved here, where we have all those seasons. But – of course there’s a but – I now no longer like to walk in the snow, falling or not. I view it as an inhibitor, that requires effort from me I do not wish to expend. The short answer to this question would be no, I don’t like snowy winters. Anymore. But that would be too easy, so I answered this way instead. I still don’t like snowy winters anymore.
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. I am appreciating that it isn’t snowing, it’s warming up a little, the snow is melting. I am appreciating having the recipes for my meals selected for me and the ingredients shipped to me, leaving me only to follow instructions to put those meals together. I am appreciating the quiet and warmth of my home, and the cuddles of my furry girl.
Now, from my world of appreciation and enough, I want to share a couple of random photos from this past week.
My Christmas cactus masquerading as an Easter cactus.