I like to look at that scene up there. It’s not quite how I remember it – the sunlight was warmer, the pool of shade under that tree was lovely, dark and deep, and the waves rolled in with a good deal more majesty than I managed to capture. But I can pick up where it leaves off.

It’s not somewhere I can be every day or even very often. But when I can be there, I am. And what I do get to look at on a daily basis doesn’t suffer too much by comparison.

Currently I’m working on a plan to reduce the amount of stuff I have. The plan for now consists of looking around and deciding what’s useful/beautiful enough to look at every day. It’s already led to a revolutionary reorganization of my cookbook shelves. One for baking, one for cooking. So gloriously functional – makes me want to make something to celebrate.