Sunday, March 4, 2018

Because It Would Be A Sin Not To Take Note

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. 

Sunday morning. 
As it should be. 

Lloyd, Florida
March 4, 2018


  1. Hug dancing with your sweetheart while the biscuits bake. Oh, the sweetness of this.

  2. Sounds pretty much perfect! Relish the day! :)

  3. 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.

  4. You've a wonderful Sunday in store....enjoy every minute!

  5. How lovely to hear this.

  6. so peaceful. we've still got snow, but the red winged blackbirds are back in the fields and the marshes, so there's hope.


  7. Oh, Mrs. Moon. I love your writing so very much


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