I hear the music in the background, as if the sound is reaching me underwater. The green on the trees, the plants, and the stems of flowers is as if a painter forgot to mix in the brown or the yellow or the blue or the orange to make it less fluorescent. The white blossoms … More White Wine Sangria on a Friday
Many of you already know the extent to which I love food. I post about it, I talk about it, and I have recommendations for you for every part of the world, even the places I haven’t been to yet.
I had opened the window on Saturday afternoon. I remember looking out, noticing how beautiful the weather was, and seeing people lounging in chairs on their patios, basking in the Autumn sunlight. Last night, however, I could not remember closing the window. I started to completely panic.
Time and time again, I feel that I’m constantly reminding myself that this too shall pass with time. It’s just a matter of patience and gratitude.
So much of my life, I’ve had something to look forward to. But for the first time, there’s no foreseeable future.
If you go on a diet and you eat salad for four straight months, it can be very difficult to maintain.
So here we are, another summer has faded into fall.