I have a hard time believing in Voodoo, witchcraft or magic, but I can very well relate to Murphy’s Law. I went about some housekeeping chores, setting my sights on a new look for my blog. I had a minor glitch, here, there and then suddenly, everywhere. I finally gave up saying, “Phooey!”(alongside a myriad of other expletive choice words), and made the decision to keep things, as is, for the time being.
I like this photo, not for it’s spectacularness, cuz let’s admit, I’m on a sharp learning curve, but I enjoy it for it’s simplicity.
This butternut squash mysteriously took over the space under the fading cedar last summer.
and a fruited endeavor, revealed:
“Have I been baking,” you ask? Well, kind of, if you want to count the dozen or so fresh blueberry muffins I made yesterday. I do have plans to try a new brownie recipe today. I used my finger as a pin cushion so the hand-sewing project I was working on is in a tentative hold pattern. Thank goodness, Stella…aka… Emma-Jean, the lovely KitchenAid, is ready to dance. I was sitting a few out until I got my groove back on, and then I figured that’s gonna happen, on or about, The Twelfth of Never. With odds like these, why let the oven cool?
Yep. My thoughts exactly.
Keep those burners blazing.