So Much of So Much

  "Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." (Barbara Jordan)

Hello, my lovely friends! 

    Oof, what a absolute whirlwind of a week it has been around here. Our hearts and our home have been completely full, especially with my sister, Renee, and brother-in-law, George, flying in to stay with us. The occasion itself wasn’t the easiest, as we all gathered together to say a final, bittersweet goodbye to my uncle. But honestly, having the family under one roof was the ultimate comfort. There is something so incredibly healing about sitting around a table with the people who know you best, sharing old stories, laughing through the tears, and just leaning on each other when things get tough. It was a heavy week, absolutely, but it was also wrapped up in so much love and connection that I wouldn't trade for the world.

    By the time Monday afternoon rolled around and we had to drop Renee and George back off at the airport, the house suddenly felt incredibly quiet—you know that distinct echo a house gets after a lively visit? We desperately needed a collective moment to just catch our breath and process everything, so we dedicated the entire next day to the art of doing absolutely nothing. No chores, no to-do lists, no rushing anywhere—just pure, unadulterated rest to recharge our emotional batteries after such an intense stretch. If you’ve ever survived one of those emotionally draining weeks, you know that a designated, guilt-free "couch potato day" isn't a luxury; it’s a necessary survival tactic!

 

 

   Of course, Mother Nature has been keeping us on our toes because our weather lately has been downright crazy. Right after we walked through the door from dropping Renee and George off at the airport, the sky turned a wild color and we were hit with a massive rainstorm accompanied by hail. I think we both collectively held our breath and froze, because we literally just finished having the house repaired last year from the catastrophic hail storm we took a beating from two years ago! Luckily, the universe showed us some mercy this time; it was just small, pea-sized hail, but boy, did it come down fast and furious. Thankfully, everything is safe, the sky has cleared, and now I’m just looking forward to brighter days ahead.

    Once the mental fog finally started to lift, we braced ourselves and tackled the massive job that had been patiently waiting for us right outside our front door: the yard. We spent hours cleaning up the last of the winter clutter, stray branches, and random debris. Let me tell you, stepping back and seeing that space looking tidy and fresh again felt like a massive weight lifting off our shoulders. Best of all, clearing out the old has officially cleared the way for the good stuff. After such a heavy week, getting my hands dirty, digging into the earth, and prepping the soil for new growth was exactly the kind of grounding therapy my soul needed.

    Speaking of new growth, my green thumb is officially tingling, and I’m so excited to tell you that I'm planning a whole blog post dedicated to my garden next week! I recently took a little retail therapy trip to our local garden center and came home with a trunk completely loaded with beautiful things to plant. I’ve been sketching out some really fun, ambitious plans for both the summer and fall garden harvests here, and I can't wait to take you along for the ride as everything starts to sprout.

Thank you so much for stopping by.
I wish you a good morning, afternoon or evening wherever you are.
Until next time… Ciao!