It all started with a midnight brownie…
I’ve been on hiatus lately.
For the first time in close to four years, I’ve really started to slow down… started to relax. It’s a weird feeling, to be honest. I feel… lazy, almost. I treasure the freedom of carefree afternoons, yet despise the now inevitable feeling of being unproductive.
It’s a simultaneous love-hate relationship.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen this much snow – on my lawn, in the streets, and piled like Mount Everest in shopping center parking lots.
It’s crazy.
Insane.
Overwhelming.
Inescapable.
I feel like I’m living in a snow globe.
A few years ago, my grandma wanted to take me into New York City for a fun, relaxing girls’ day out. I was responsible for planning the entire day – from what we’d do to where we’d eat.
At the time, I have to admit, I wasn’t a huge fan of the city. I didn’t see much excitement in going there. Too many people, too many buildings, and not nearly enough fresh air. In the land of “so much to do, so little time,” I struggled to think of activities that would make both of us happy.
Yesterday, there was a bowl of stone fruits sitting on the counter. Rich red plums, vibrant orange nectarines, and sunkissed peaches. It was quite a beautiful sight.
But today, the bowl no longer contains nectarines or peaches. We ate the nectarines in their natural, juicy glory, and I baked the peaches to enhance their natural, juicy glory.
Poor little plums . . .
