It is just so beautiful here this morning and the air is perfect and it is the sort of cool that washes over you like sweet water from a holy roller river and that which is not almost done blooming, is,
or is fixing to.
As we say around here.
Bird twitter, red cardinals at the feeder, tapping of woodpecker, sweet breezes, pretty hens' eggs cooked with greens and shallots from the garden, biscuits as big as a cat head, sun pouring in warm and sweet like pale yellow butter and honey gold, dripping off the biscuits. Hug dancing with my sweetheart in the kitchen while the biscuits bake.
As it should be.
March 4, 2018
Hug dancing with your sweetheart while the biscuits bake. Oh, the sweetness of this.ReplyDelete
Sounds pretty much perfect! Relish the day! :)ReplyDelete
I can feel the air of delight in your words. "Fixin' to" (I tend to drop my Gs.) is one of my favorite southernisms; it is so useful and expressive.ReplyDelete
You've a wonderful Sunday in store....enjoy every minute!ReplyDelete
How lovely to hear this.ReplyDelete
Sweet and lovely!ReplyDelete
so peaceful. we've still got snow, but the red winged blackbirds are back in the fields and the marshes, so there's hope.ReplyDelete
Oh, Mrs. Moon. I love your writing so very muchReplyDelete