Today is my dad's birthday! There isn't a day go by that I'm not thankful for his love. I'm forever thankful that God picked him to be my father. He has taught me many life lessons and those teachings continue today. He is and always has been super talented and the smartest man I know.
The kitchen will be bellowing with the scent of lasagna soon as I'm preparing a dish to take to my dad's later. Happy Birthday, Dad! Big things...
Yesterday was our first day back at the shop. I eagerly prepared for the big soap sale and as I gazed out the window my heart skipped a beat when I saw the line form all the way to the sidewalk. Big things...
As the day floated along, we danced and sang to the Bee Gees and conversed in lovely conversations. It felt great to be back and among my people!
I often need to pinch myself as this life I've built sometimes feels like a dream. The humans that surround me are exceptional beings that bring joy to my life. Big things...
Annie brought us flowers!
The Bittersweet Bags were bursting as patrons filled their muslin bags with mounds and pounds of soap! That's a picture of Dee. One of the exceptional humans I just mentioned!
The week before returning to the shop was filled with thoughts of new packaging and designs as it often is this time of year.
Gouda gooey egg muffins filled my stomach with contentment. I tend to get stuck on certain foods and then I get tired of them and move onto something else.
I'm getting back into the groove and getting ever so anxious for spring to arrive! I can't wait to be outside planting and digging and smelling. The smells of spring are delightful and fresh. I've always found it intriguing, the scents of the season. Sometimes they can go unnoticed. One must slow down and take them in. I can't say that out of all the four seasons that I have a favorite season scent. For if I left one out, I'd truly miss it. Spring with her fresh ozone and raindrop aroma, while summer arrives with a scent of green grass and roses, fall follows with dried leaves and moist earth, and winter lags behind bringing crispness and the smell of snow. Yes, I do believe you can smell snow! The phrase stop and smell the roses, comes to mind.
I ordered in some flower presses to offer at the shop. They are well made and bring back happy memories. I used to love pressing flowers and preserving them. It's fun to look back as each spring and summer is magically never the same in the garden. A couple of years ago while on my morning walk, I looked down at a patch of grass and there stood a four-leaf clover. I'll be darn if I didn't find two more four leaf clovers all in the same week in the same spot. I called it my honey pot of clover. I had wanted to press the clovers in a flower press, but no longer had one. I stuck them inside a book for safe keeping. The clovers were found during a challenging time in my life, and I always thought that they were a precious gift. If they could talk, they would say, hang in there, you're not alone.
During my break I was able to work on my book a little. Not a lot, but the writing is on the page, and that's good. It's as though I'm wearing an apron, and someone continues to tug at the hem! In other words, this book feels like something that I must do. Have you ever had this feeling before? Sometimes we have feelings like this, but we don't take any action. I believe someone is trying to tell me something, and I trust that my actions determine the outcome.
