Friday, March 28, 2014
After what has seemed like an extraordinarily long winter, it felt so good to have breakfast on the east porch once again. Warm air, fruit trees in bloom. Grass greening up. Blue skies with fluffy white clouds. French music playing on the iPod. This is just the kind of slow and easy morning I needed. The rest of the day plans on being a busy one, but for now, for this moment in time, I am embracing the slow pace.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...