I learned a long time ago

that if you can’t get what you want

sometimes you just have to figure out a “work around”

♥

i once wanted to have my own flower shop

and couldn’t..

instead i grew roses and brought sweet bouquets into my home

♥

i wanted to run a bed and breakfast

and couldn’t..

so instead i began to bake

and i began to decorate..

soon my home felt as lovely to me as any

bed and breakfast i might want to visit..

with those crisp white linens tucked into a soft bed

piled deep with pillows to rest my head

♥

and there are those times

you want to last forever..

times and places

where only memories are left to cherish..

and so i try to keep most of my days the same,

drink the same coffee from the same mug,

meditate in the morning light by the same window where i always sit

while Pachelbel’s Canon softly plays,

i dance the same dance and

share fudgsicles and walks at dusk with Bella

♥

it’s not the same, I know..

it can’t be the same without that familiar accompanying voice,

but observing some of these same

rituals

instills such an enduring place in

my heart

for those memories

♥

this cool beverage was made for me most nights

so i can’t claim it as my own recipe..

but one that most certainly deserves a place in Just a Smidgen’s heart

♥

such a simple concoction of freshly squeezed citrus, chamomile tea, ice and stevia

and pungent leaves of

mint

..it tastes like a little bit of heaven on a warm summer’s eve

♥