Brownies For Boston

I love Facebook.  I know it's often the perfect dumping ground for folks to unload their complaints and assessments of all that is wrong with the world - I've stopped there for that very reason myself a time or two - but more often it is a place to find hope there is much more right than wrong with humanity.

I had to get up early this morning for a trip to Maryland.  Before I crawled out of bed I scanned my Facebook feed.  The first image I came to was the one above.  After some reading I determined that my cousin's daughters, who live in Montana, baked brownies and will be selling them to schoolmates this week and donating the money to victims of the Boston bombings.  

It was the perfect story to start my day.  I've found the stories I feed my mind and my heart in the morning quickly take control of how I look at the world the rest of the day, which is why I'm selective about my morning reading. 

Thank you Ella and Elise for the morning smile and a great big dose of hope that no matter what folks say about the make-up of today's young people, many of them are full of love and compassion.  I think their mom and dad have had a lot to do with nurturing who they are, so I thank them as well.

Brownies for Boston.  That's my kind of baking.