In The Pink

Amazingly, the morning broke into spring like wonder once again. Birds singing everywhere, creating a mix of cheery songs.
Blue skies reaching on to some distant land, begging to be admired. The suns warmth, gentle like a kiss of a baby. I had a desire to skip, yes skip like a small child, unabashed at the joy in life to be had. So, I did, I skipped around the yard, laughing at myself and hoping no one from the road could see me and report me as a nut. Ahhh, but most folks know me around here and would just laugh, goodheartedly, not with any malice.
It was hard to pull myself inside the house for breakfast but my tummy was rumbling in true to form Winnie the Pooh fashion.
The day requires beauty inside the house to match the outside a bit, create an attempt to balance things a bit.
Right at this time, my house seems over run with PINK. Wonder why ? (giggle, giggle) So I kept up with that theme and set my breakfast table with pink glassware. It made me smile, just looking across the room and seeing pink fabric over there, pink yarn in several places, pink baby things in a small neatly folded pile on a chair and here in front of me, pink glass for water, a pink dessert dish filled with yes, instant (organic) oatmeal, a pink candlestick, and pink me in a pink shirt. I drank a cup of Lady Gray Tea and mused that it should have been Lady Pink Tea, it would have fit the scene better.
A rose scented candle fills the room with the illusion that roses are in bloom right outside the open window. Pink roses of course !