Nothing beats an early morning walk out to my garden, feet dampened by the morning dew that soaks through my styling red garden clogs. I picked a bowl of berries and sliced a few on top of my cereal and headed out back to catch some quiet. Okay, my days are mostly quiet, except for the neighborhood kids screaming this morning. But it’s quite noisy in my head unless I intentionally seek out some quiet moments and that’s what I was after this morning.
It was sweet. It was silly. It’s summer . . . well, almost!