Purge baby purge
It wasn’t too long ago that I purged my kitchen – once as I packed prior to our move meant to be a “down-sizing” and again as I unpacked and organized my new kitchen. My husband has been preaching his “purge” directive to me ever since. He is so very helpful in that way. In the same spirit (and because she is like her dad), I bought my daughter the “Magic of Tidying Up” by Marie Kondo. I love the principle of only keeping what “sparks joy”. But—what happens when too many items “spark joy”?
Addicted to berry picking
Summer has always been my favorite season, but since moving back to the Northwest, I appreciate it even more. When the sun comes out, it’s a local mandate to drop everything and go outside! There’s nothing more glorious than a beautiful sunny day and fresh air in the Pacific Northwest. Driving with the windows down. Losing track of time while you soak up the long days of summer. And berry picking. Real berries. First come the strawberries. I’m not talking about those big California berries. Sure, those are available year round and beautiful on the outside ... but oh, it’s the inside that counts! Take a bite of an Oregon or Washington strawberry with its juicy, sweet redness throughout. It’s pretty much up there on the list of life’s simple pleasures.