This isn't the first time I've tried to organize my pantry. It's something I seem to do at least once or twice a year. I pull everything out, wipe down the shelves, discard out-dated food staples, and then, put everything back in, nice and neat. But for whatever reason, I can't seem to keep it organized. Within a few weeks, it always ends up looking like this again.

Winter is long and harsh here in Northern Alberta, and while I firmly believe that Embracing A Heritage of Hygge does allow for Celebration In The Midst Of Winter's Brace, summer brings with it a gleaming sense of enthusiasm and an appreciation for a more relaxed hygge style. And while I love my cozy, hygge home in every season, my favorite place to be during the summer, is on my back deck.

Home is where we are at our best. It is where we feel most secure in who we are. But home is also where we're at our worst. And I'm okay with that. Actually, I'm more than okay with that. I love that our home is safe, and soft, and comfortable enough, for us to be able to let go of our composure sometimes; to allow us to experience a little turbulence in a protected environment. Sometimes life is hard, and it hurts. Home has always been our soft place to land.