In spring, summer, fall and especially at the holidays, there's nothing more beautiful to me than hydrangeas. Like owning a string of pearls, having hydrangeas in my home at Thanksgiving softens and sweetens everything, even talk of politics. Add white lights and touches of red, especially simple bowls of red apples, and the festive level goes up notches and notches. It's a delicious inwardward time of year.
One of the many, many little things I'm thankful for is fresh flowers year-round now. It's something I never take for granted. How sweet it is.
I know, it's a bit corny, but still, every now and then I love to listen to this. And while I'm at it. Here's another one. This always happens to me when I start slaving (yes, I'm kidding)away in the kitchen. Maybe it's the cranberries....anyway, think I've gone stictly into girly mode now.