An errant ray of sun is peeking through the haze of the kitchen curtains, past all the gnarl of the leafless grapevine, and the yellows of the waiting coffee corner are brightening the whole room.
We seem to be accumulatinig cream-and-sugars at an astonishing rate, and the creamer today is the "Hollandaise Boat," for the big cups require more milk than a usual one.
And Frog and Salamander are also bright little companions almost every morning, for their gaudy camo is a match for pert nigh any china.
You've just GOT to make the most of a day with a blast of sunshine and such a lovely little vignette, arranged by the hands of Somebody Who Loves You, to greet you with First Cup.
And a BRIGHT, BEAMING happy sunny weekend to EVERYONE!
PS Sweetpea and I went for a long walk after breakfast, crunching through piles of pine needles, avoiding the mud of dippy sidewalks, plunking rocks over the bridge-rail into the little creek, and coming home to a pot of cocoa. The sunshine and chill mingled to make this first "real walk" of the year a pleasant one.
Oh what fun -- love that bright, sunny yellow on the creamer and sugar set! Glad you enjoyed such a sweet walk! :)
ReplyDeleteJust reading about your bright day made me smile and brightened mine. I know you are looking forward to many walks with your little Sweetpea this spring. It's just around the corner, you know!
ReplyDeleteHi Rachel, I love the sunshine that comes from the cream and sugar bowls and your sweet walk with Sweetpea. I adore when my hubs makes my coffee in the morning.
ReplyDeleteLove, Jeanne
I just LOVE that flirty little cream pitcher!
ReplyDeleteI KNOW!!! She's been in Hollandaise service for twenty years or so---I'm betting you made her acquaintance the first weekend we met, for I remember your peeling and prepping asparagus for brunch the next day. She's indeed flirty, now that you mention it, with that little Mae West sway to her prow, and a languid hand on her hip as she recites her lines. Just prinking around going back over OLD TIMES, like flipping pages of a long-ago book and stopping wherever the page-flap takes me. Lots of memories here, and fond remembrances of friends.
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