My good friend B. always says I tend to speak of the past too much, that I am too nostalgic. He might be right. Not that I don't enjoy the present or that I don't look forward to the future. Not at all, but nostalgia is a sweet place I go to when I miss my family.
I remember the first time I ever made pavlova out of a recipe I found in a British magazine clipping. It was one of those early Spring days with cool temperatures, but sunny blue skies. Later that day, I had plans to go see one of my good friends who I secretly had a crush on. He and I would have tea, go for a walk and listen to music. Nothing special, but for some reason that day really has stuck in my memory.
After last week's craziness, I really needed some time to walk and get fresh air. I took my time and reflected on the things that are important to me and really started paying attention to my surroundings. I realized why people love to come to Florida this time of year. It is just perfect. So green and lush with perfect temperature.