I had a day this week where everything was coming up rosy.
Well, truth be told, I was stuck at home caring for my daughter who ended her first week of middle school with walking pneumonia, but I couldn’t help noticing all the rosy pink bits around me.
I think our hydrangeas are at their most beautiful as their color begins to fade.
I don’t have much color or pattern in my wardrobe, but I make an exception for my socks. (My husband and I call this being “a closet clown”.)