For Easter I cut a few blossoms of the Lenten Rose (Hellebore Orientalis, as it were) to float lazily in a glass dish. So lovely.

But the strangest thing–every time I leave the house, I come home to flowers strewn every which way, and a bowl bereft of water.

I’ve interviewed the staff at great length; no one is talking. Suspiciously, they also refuse to make eye contact. Interesting.

I guess sometimes you’ve just got to live on the edge–when the opportunity arises, you’ve just got to take it. It’s all part of the intrigue. So that’s my wish for you: may you happen upon the perfect indulgence; may your days be filled with such delight, you feel as though you’re getting away with something you shouldn’t.

. . . a weekend of grand adventure to you, my friends!

Would you look at that sky of blue? It paid visit yesterday. And since the wind took the day off, even when the clouds gained ground, it remained warm. So I threw open the windows, penned a letter, and listened to the birds sing ‘Jesus Loves Me’ {their favorite song, you know–a little tidbit picked up when I was little}. I even managed to clean the oven without complaint. That’s what lovely weather will do for a person.

Better yet, they’re calling for more of the same in the coming days. Sigh.

Speaking of which, any plans?

None for me, thank you. My aunt and uncle will be coming through on their way back from vacation. Since they’ll be coming over for dinner on Sunday evening, I found a new cake recipe. Do wish me luck.

Other than that, I’ll simply see what the days have in store.

I hope much the same for you–bright sunny days, open to any adventure that may arise.

. . . warm weekend wishes to you, my friends!

I’m not sure about you, but here in the United States, we’ll be springing forward Sunday. Seems innocent enough–simply set the clock ahead one hour. But as time changes go, this one hits below the belt.  A month from now someone will comment on the fact I’ve been yawning incessantly; to which I’ll have no recourse but to reply, time change. 

Of course, there’s a silver lining to this particular conundrum. A time change such as this can mean but one thing: spring is on the way. Spring, my friends!  

Let’s just take a moment to simmer on that thought, shall we? Sigh. 

That said, shovel that snow, batten down the hatches if you have to–just remember, this too shall pass. Days of nothing but blue skies and sunshine, warmth and the songs of birds are on their way; may the anticipation get you through, until they arrive. 

. . . a bright weekend to you, my friends!