Sweet Lavender Dreams

A few weeks ago I harvested a basketful of lavender. My mom dried it for me in her dehydrator. Now, I am picking the fragrant blossoms off of the stalk. It's slow work, but rewarding. My fingers smell of lavender and sweet dreams.

It's a peaceful meditation.

Dirty Mugs

Matt and I are drinking a lot of tea. Somehow this translates to twice as many mugs to clean, but I don't mind. The various infusions spread a pleasant warmth within. And we need it, because the weather keeps switching back and forth, and we both feel like we're coming down with something.

I am certain that tea is the answer.

A Clear Mind

Like many people I do not particularly enjoy the chore of cleaning. Yet piles of clothes and dishes are nagging reminders of what needs to be done. That is why Mondays are cleaning day.

I love crossing off my accomplishments. Organization makes me feel clear-headed, and the satisfaction of a clean home fuels my creativity.

And now I can take on the world.