Sunday. That’s My Funday

The moment calendar days can be seen on next month’s page, I impatiently fast forward to that page. IMG_8737

I’m inking in all the things I’ve planned for April.

Yes, I have an online calendar – but I still put everything on my kitchen calendar.  It’s on the small sliver of wall space next to the counter that holds the coffee pot.  I like seeing my month at a glance as, I pour my first cup of dark brew.  Mom says my coffee is more espresso-esque.

Last year’s calendar was doors as incentive to open new ones. This year I chose butterflies which symbolize metamorphosis as incentive to…

Bacon is in the oven, as I’m too lazy to nurse it on the stovetop. Jazzmine is purring loudly in the chair across from me as the aroma fills the kitchen.  She’s hoping for a taste or two. I’m sipping my third cup of coffee, just poured my first glass of champagne and watcIMG_8738hing CBS Sunday Morning on the tiny TV in the corner of the kitchen.

I love Sundays. Cheers y’all

 

Sunday and Spring is Sprung at Last

Spring is a season that evokes expectations and its delay has been keenly felt.  Life appears to have been on hold as Winter would not release its grip even this far south. But the dark lord has at last relented and once again:

Persephone preens yellow bush flower
impatient to climb the stair
to sunshine and air

I’m ready, too. The lengthening days tease me with the promise of green growing things held tight in the bud.

 

flower early daffodil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

purple flower tree

 

tree flowers

 

 

 

 

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