A day for hibernating, after a busy week. Crumpled feels good, necessary even. No clock, no schedule, no phone, no internets. Just scones and tea and toast. All the eggs and even the bacon. Sunday slowly. Just the way we like it around here.
Blink, and January is gone … Are you thinking about spring?! Tulips have returned to the grocery stores. Small pots and brown-paper wrapped. Now there’s a sign if ever there was one that we’re slowly shifting seasons, turning towards spring. I wait for them every year, a humble offering, a reprieve from mundane grey skies, from the stupor of too many slush-filled days. Sweet tulips, a nod to the season of light, a tiny balm for the soul. I’m going to find me some this week as if my life depended on it.