Last night I worked through the night again and this morning the house full of hungry guests and major deadlines were (ahem!) not so welcome. Let's just say it wasn't pretty.
Until I went out to the garden, gathered a bunch of sweet peas and a few fresh eggs. I pulled some peaches from the refrigerator, unearthed the old spattered Betty Crocker red cookbook and turned on the oven.
A pot of blueberry green tea, my favorite breakfast knife, almond scented peach coffee cake were the result.
I can still smell the peaches, the aroma of sweet peas, and there's a slight whiff of blueberry in the air.
It's amazing what a few good sniffs will do to one's outlook on life.