Sometimes the afternoon calls for the last slice of apple pie and a hot cup of tea.  Sometimes, when your husband gets a ticket for an overdue car inspection {on the car you usually drive} and you’re second-guessing yourself about this and that – and the other thing too – the afternoon calls for putting everything on hold.  Sometimes the afternoon calls you back just when you were about to get away from yourself.  Sometimes an afternoon isn’t good or bad; it just is.

And always the afternoon will move into evening.  And then night will wrap her arms around you and invite you to snuggle in close. Tomorrow, she will whisper, you will begin again.  And it isn’t good or bad.  It just is.  It just is

Sending  a little love your way, m



13 thoughts on “Sometimes

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  2. Sometimes there is nothing else to do than to just eat pie, it does help tremendously : ) I hadn’t seen your posts for a while, then I realised I had accidentally unfollowed you…glad to see your loveliness back in my feed. J xxx

  3. Yes, there are days when a slice of pie and a cup of tea help one make it through the day. Bummer about the ticket, my sister had got one for the same thing. They quit requiring inspections in SC, not sure that is a good thing or not.
    I hope today is a much better day for you, but regardless of the events, if there is pie in the house I would eat a slice.

  4. Oh be gentle on yourself, there are worse things to get a ticket on!! I have looped thinking when out of sort events occur. Glad to know that apple pie made it a wee bit better :)

  5. so there with you today. I’ve got some crazy chocolate/ice cream bar combination tucked way back in the freezer for when those kids are in bed! Tomorrow is a new day, love!!! For everybody!!


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