Last week was one of those weeks; even bright-eyed bloggers get the blues. By Thursday, I was over it and forced myself to grab the dog and take a hike, hoping it would lead me out of funk-y town.
At the top of the mountain, the stunning view of Santa Barbara helped my heart and the climb helped kick my booty into gear. Back at home, as I was filling my hike partner’s water bowl, it was with refreshed eyes that I looked around the garden.
In my funk I had almost missed the first pomegranate on my tree, the riot of roses blooming, kumquats budding and fruiting simultaneously…and not to go all Oprah on you or anything, it was an a-ha moment that the best way to calm the inside is to get the hell outside.