04/30/2022

What a day . . . Beltane Eve,

solar eclipse, black moon!

Imagine most know Beltane

Eve is the night before May

Day. Can't help but wonder

just how many of us will be

dancing around a May pole

and having a glass or two of 

May Day punch on the morrow.

I can remember as a child,

making May Day baskets of

flowers and taking them to

the neighbors. Such fun and

I'm ever so glad my parents

allowed the frivolity. 

We always had a family May

Day picnic. I can remember

deviled eggs, red jello w/fruit,

homemade potato salad, whole

wheat sandwiches. Must admit,

I want a repeat!

I always enjoy the eves of the

day after . . . so going to get a

kick out of this one.

Happy Beltane Eve!

love me some may days

bring on the new calendar

lets build a bon fire

04/29/2022

Yesterday, was one of those

amazing, glorious miracles . . .

completely unexpected.

We were out and about, doing

some medical bits and pieces

and then, we decided to eat out.

Called our friends and got a rec.

Wow . . . a winery in parts unknown!

The first part, a pallet of wine tasting.

The second, the ordering of foods

supposedly created by a Swiss chef.

Oh my f---ing god . . . we are talking

flavors rarely visiting my unsuspecting

tongue! I wanted to stand up and cheer.

I did indeed, salute the owners.

Not sure the exact difference between

good sound cooking and the exquisite

delivery of a proper gourmet. There 

is naught to be suspected . . . no cook

on the premises, just a phenomenal 

chef.

Would I have ever chosen my own

demise, it would have to have been

after this delight!

pray take me again

so love me some surprises

make points with this one

04/27/2022

To watch, or not to watch,

that is the question . . .

I've mentioned before that

my parents didn't have a TV;

got my first when I had been

married a decade.

It was such an interesting

phenomena initially. I'd run

and cook or do dishes during

the commercials, and then,

back to the program. Think

I lasted about three months.

Would rather read anyway.

Then, in these latter years,

movies w/o commercials

made it into our lives. So

love me those murder 

mysteries. Been re-watching

them for several months now.

On the other hand, I end each

day with a good book. Some

times I read an hour and then

others, I get caught up and

read the entire night. Bottom

line, much enjoy the flicks, but

nada but nada, beats reading . . .

 . . . I should confess, both the

movies I watch and the books

I read . . . are murder mysteries!

movie or a book
me likes to watch loves to read

when in doubt do both

04/27/2022

What a day! A sweet, special,

glorious, wondrous day!

One of my favest men ever

had us to brunch! We went

early so we could take a ride

down memory lane. 

Got to see my guy's place of 

work, now a porn shop of all 

things. Visited his old home 

and neighborhood. Poignant!

We enjoyed champagne and

coffee . . . so get a kick out 

of being double fisted . . . 

Worshiped at the feet of this 

sunny day; simply relished 

the entire experience.

And then, our master chef

presented us with one of the

most exquisite meals I've

ever tasted. There simply

aren't enough wows to

elucidate!

I coulda, shoulda, woulda, 

imbibed a tad less perhaps . . . 

but when I am faced with 

the gift of a day straight out 

of the promised land, I'm 

sure as hell not going to 

compromise my own ecstasy!

My hat off to Tommy . . .

a man among men!!! Me

encuentro sans paroles!

*Mr. Gorgeous enormous bear
visited at 5:00 this morning!

04/26/2022

"Hey mom, what's for supper?"

Remember those times at the 

end of the month, those times 

right between running out of 

fresh groceries and payday?

You open the door to the fridge

and watch to see what falls out.

A few bits and pieces of veggies,

that tad of leftover steak, a few

teaspoons of sour cream . . .

 . . . the perfect beginnings of 

Poor Man's Stew, to say nothing

of getting the fridge cleaned out.

At nigh onto 100, I still prep one 

of these at the end of the month. 

Every once in a while, I have one

of those bang my head against 

the wall moments . . . Perhaps 

this is what happens in some of 

my dreams. They are just Poor 

Man's Stew dreams . . .

The current book I'm reading,

some chore I've done throughout

the day, a conversation I've had,

that bit from the news cast . . . all

come together to make a hodge-

podge of a dream. No need worry

or get upset or even try to figure

out the meanings!

Something to be said for these aha

moments, isn't there?!

love me poor mans stew

dreams not necessarily

give me a moment

04/25/2022

"I believe for every drop of rain

that falls, a flower grows

I believe that somewhere in the 

darkest night, a candle glows . . . "
~Stillman, Drake, Graham, Shirl

Our personal beliefs are important.

And I've found they become even

more so as we grow older. There

seems to be this need to nail them

down, as it were!

The popular rant of today is to 

believe in yourself above all. I do

buy that on some level, but can't

imagine whatever happened to, 

you first; I'm right behind you!

So now that I'm about a hundred

years old, I find myself pondering

my own personal belief system

more and more. Obviously, 'tis a 

tad easier to believe in the tangible!

I believe in my family and friends,

hearth and home!

What about the intangible . . . I

believe in God as an all inclusive

term. The Bible has roughly 950

names for God, after all. I am 

personally drawn to that tangible 

evidence otherwise known as 

Mother Earth.

I believe in personal integrity 

and I am utterly committed. I'm

coming to the conclusion that

these are my three . . . family and

friends, Mother Earth and personal

integrity . . . really enough for me.

04/24/2022

An altar by any other name . . .

I've always been happy to share

that I love our Mother Earth! Still, 

recently someone asked me about 

my many altars.

We all understand about prayer.

There's the, 'Now I lay me down

to sleep' variety. There's the, 'Oh

my God, this can't be happening!'

Then, there are those who truly

pray, a communion with God.

Something to be understood about

altars would be, they are roughly

three dimensional prayer. A lot of

thought goes into creating one. A

special space is sought out. Each

part is thoroughly dusted, washed,

cleansed.

The purpose is important . . . 

the well being of a loved one, 

a dire longing for something 

meaningful, courage to face the 

inevitable. Any may be depicted 

with photographs, a symbol and

often with accompanying candles.

Keeping this in mind, take a look 

around. A dresser, the piano top, 

that mantel above the fireplace . . . 

truly, each an altar in their own 

right.

We all pray one way or another . . .

albeit actual prayer, that shout 

out to God, meditation, or the

creation of an altar.

It's rather like communication . . .

face to face, a phone call, a text,

an e-mail, a card or letter . . . all

good to the receiver!

04/23/2022

Sooooo scares the living daylights . . .

. . . out of me that I continue to dream

each night of my past! It's somewhat

along the lines of a review board 

before I pass onto the better life.

Last night, 'twas a move to Canada.

My husband, father of my children,

was hired to teach math at a college

near the Canadian border. He was 

so excited!

Seems they wanted to hire me as 

well, to teach French. I explained

to them that I had degrees that 

would allow me to teach English

or Spanish as a first language or 

as a second language . . . four

choices! They kept insisting that

it would have to be French.

Then they asked me to do a show

and tell, so I taught a lesson in

English with the works of the great

bard. It went well, but it seemed

to me that they didn't love and 

adore Shakespeare the way I do.

Now, if anyone wants to chime 

in and explain all this to me, feel

free! One of my degrees is in 

Psychology, but I can promise, 

I sooooo don't get it!!!

I pay well too . . . I'll send you

some of my delectable Mexican

herbal mix that I make . . . 13

different kinds of chiles!

04/22/2022 - Earth Day

April 22, 1970 . . . 52 years ago,

something wondrous happened.

Earth Day was created. I so love

that we have this special day 

in which we can all honor our 

Mother Earth.

The greatest observance would

be that we each honor her daily!

What might that look like? 

Acknowledgement of any kind!

An altar of thanksgiving for all

she provides for us. A quiet 

walk in her woods, perhaps! 

I like the idea of each of us

spending some time picking

up trash and disposing of it

properly. Same goes for any

thing that can be recycled

as well!

So remember fondly this 

wealthy old gal driving her 

Caddy down the street and

all of a sudden, slamming

on the brakes. Seems she'd

seen a coke bottle. She

collected them, sold them

and donated the shekels.

What an example!

Pray, have a wondrous

Earth Day and may it 

remind each of us of all 

our mother gifts us. We 

somehow must repay in 

kind!

mother forgive us

ever wasting your bounty

not too late to learn

04/21/2021

"You've got to dance like there's 

nobody watching, 

Love like you'll never be hurt,

Sing like there's nobody listening,

And live like it's heaven on earth."

~William W. Purkey

He says it all, doesn't he?! I've

admired Professor Purkey for a

long time . . . such wisdom. Now

methinks, I need to listen up!

Bottom line, I believe he's really

talking about living rather than

existing . . . one of those bits of

wisdom I tend to go on and on

about.

I keep running into these signposts

along the way as I've grown older.

Again, I think it's about reminding

us to actually live before time runs

out.

There wouldn't be anything wrong

in spicing up our daily tasks and

chores. Put on some sweet music

whilst washing the dishes, perhaps.

Maybe rock n' roll it during the

mop job. A champagne cocktail

when all the menial jobs are done?

We probably all have different 

ways of spicing up our lives. Let's

do it more often rather than more

seldom!

just hand me a beer

gotta sweep wash the dishes  

gimme that jazz band

04/20/2022

Yesterday, a pure kaleidoscope

of joy!

Had a sweet morn with my guy.

Ever so lucky we enjoy each

other's company. 

Then in the afternoon,  our 

d) all of the above, as I tend to 

think of them, returned safe and 

sound from their vacation.

I love telling tales out of school,

catching up, laughing together

and tearing up over sorrow.

I can recall back in the old days

of youth. I somewhat feared the

idea of aging. Its opposite didn't

appeal either. And yet, here we

are, enjoying each day for the

gift it truly is.

im raising my glass 

living over existing

family and friends

04/19/2022

I'm almost afraid to say it,

but methinks spring may

have actually come. I'm

going to break down and

treat myself to some out

door time!!!

Making a list and checking

it twice . . . Hey Santa, I

know good rhetoric when 

I hear it! 

I want to picnic, walk down

the town's boardwalk, peek

in windows, eat in front of

the creek. I'm sooooo ready!

I love the last couple weeks

of Spring, all of summer and

first couple of weeks of fall.

'Tis where I wish to live for

the rest of my life.

Hey, I feel a marg or two

coming on . . . the true mark

of spring! I so intend to enjoy,

so come on by. Bring limes

and ice!

so love me some spring

bring on those tart icy drinks

yummy in the heat

04/18/2022

Morning of the Day after . . .

Happy memories and glorious

ponderings!

One of the things I so enjoy

about the Christian Easter 

would be those fab familial

gatherings. What a gift to us

all!

Catching up, amazing favorite 

foods, watching the glee of the

children as they hunted for eggs.

And let me tell you, nobody can

decorate eggs like these young

mother artists!!!

Not forgetting the dads either.

No one in this world can paint

gory like dads! I'd bet dollars to

doughnuts that those little boys

just love those gruesome eggs

more apt for Halloween than

Easter.

ostara for some

albeit easter for most

when in doubt do both

04/17/2022 - Easter Sunday

For those of you of the

Christian faith . . .

Pray have a most wondrous

Easter. Celebrate with your 

families and friends and recall

why this day is important to

you.

I've always believed that the

reasons behind celebrations

are more important than the

partying . . .

Happy Easter!

04/16/2022

Today marks the arrival of 

the full Pink Moon . . .

I felt pulled to the window at

o' dark thirty this early morn.

Such beauty, such elegance!

I always enjoy those three

magical days of; day before,

day of and day after. I like

to use them for conscious 

thought and meditation. It's

important.

The day before, I meditate

on those things I would like

to leave behind. I'm careful

to be reasonable and often

choose three to work on.

The day of, I simply enjoy

the gift that is the full moon. 

I give thanks for the magick

it brings into our sad todays.

The day after, I meditate on

those things I wish to add to

my life. Again, I carefully 

choose three . . . a newer 

way of thinking, a kinder 

outlook, perhaps.

Three to dismiss and three 

to welcome. I journal and 

ponder how I can make 

this happen. Journaling 

keeps these goals ever 

present in my mind.

pondering her gift

enjoy the magick tonight

love lunar lady

04/15/2022

"At the end of this day, the

world will either be a more

or less kind, compassionate,

and loving place because of

your presence. Your move!"

~John Pavlovitz

Ever since the plague invited

itself to our dinner party, we

have seen an entirely different

side of our fellow man.

Can't help but wonder, as many

died from the C-14 word, if bits

and pieces didn't invade the

brains of those spreading chaos

today?!

The best part of me doesn't want

to focus on the robberies, killings,

rapes and mayhem . . . Rather I'd

like to think about the help given,

the kindness spread about, and the

lives saved.

I like Bernie Sanders' take on the

old adage, "Difficult times often

bring out the best in people!" Pray,

I join him!

look on the bright side

pollyanna is waiting

smiles instead of tears

04/14/2022

"you fell

you crashed

you broke

you cried

you crawled

you hurt

you surrendered

     and then . . .

          you rose again."

~Nausicaa Twila

Many times this has happened

to one and all! Rather beyond 

heartbreak!

I can recall, in my younger 

years, thinking I wouldn't, 

or couldn't, survive . . . yet 

I did. From time to time, the

ole crash and burn repeated 

itself; I began to have faith

that I would indeed rise again.

I'd never say I've actually 

become nonchalant about it,

but I have come to have faith,

faith in me, that no matter how

many times the winds of fate

lay me low, I will rise again.

I wouldn't mind though, from

here on out, if I could simply

face the rest of my days . . .

standing!!!

test me if you will

blow me down knock me over

i will rise again

04/13/2022

I've been pondering love of late.

It means so many different things

to each of us. Still, I see it every-

where in spite of these difficult

times.

I'm walking down the aisles of

our nearest supermarket. And, I

see a little ole gal trying to reach

the top shelf. Before I can get

there, a young man says to her,

"Hey, let me get that for you."

On the sidewalk downtown, I

accidentally drop my bag. Quick

hands of a couple of teenagers

retrieve my treasures and give

them to me. They could have

run off with them; instead, they

chose to help.

That ice cream cone in the park,

walking the dog on a cold winter

day, picking up someone's news

paper and putting in on their

porch . . . all little I love yous.

I guess it's down to us whether

we see the love or mire down

in the hate. I tend to forget this

from time to time. We are living

in a very difficult era; make no

mistake.

I'm going to pledge to spread

around a few I love yous each

day. 'Tis one of those things

that can be done rather than

said! A lesson to be learned . . .

theres all kind of love

see it everywhere i look

lets spread it around

04/12/2022

He gifted me a day . . . a day

such as I have rarely experienced!

When I awoke, he informed me

we were going to have a day, 

a day never to be forgotten . . . 

and we were NOT to leave the

bed and/or the bedroom.

First of all, breakfast in bed . . .

a lovely salad. I know, I know.

Bit of a strange repast, but I

loved it!

Next, he put on a series of movies,

ones I had only seen in Mexico, 

in Spanish. Sooooo different in 

English. Very enjoyable!

Then, he brought out snacks . . .

potato chips, mixed nuts, baby

oranges. Yum! And all the while, 

smuggling in a couple of bottles 

of red. He even brought up proper 

wine glasses. God, what a love!

What can I say . . . ever so much 

fun! I feel renewed, and the day 

isn't even over yet!!! Methinks 

I'm ever so lucky!

And, who is he? I am sooooo 

not telling!

the gift of a day

tied up in ribbons and bows

open it again

04/11/2022

Been pondering those different

retirement life styles I've laid

eyes on of late.

Some spend their latter working

years planning just how they'll 

spend their retirement. I suppose 

much depends on the available 

time and funds for said dreams.

Those who have the more part,

plan and execute amazing trips

all around the world. Some via

flight and others, maybe even

sailing.

We of the less part, are all about

those whole close by places that

can be accessed by the family 

car and camping gear. 

With a tad more funds, travel  

by day, cheap hotels by night

can lead the way straight to 

Arches National Park or even

Disneyland.

You know you've arrived when

have motor home-will travel.

Alas, with the cost of fuel these 

days, maybe trips will sin on 

the short side!

Got one and all of the kids are

under four hours away. Think

I'll gas up and be on my way!

so need me a trip

longing for a hippie bus

traveling appeals

04/10/2022

Just have to laugh at myself!

Here's me claiming to be a 

peace loving woman, ever 

making the effort to not even 

raise my voice, quelling any 

and all negative urges . . . 

and just how do I entertain 

myself?!

Murder mysteries! Go friggin'

figure! I like to watch them;

I like to read them. Make no

mistake, I can't take terror or

horror. Just who-done-its along

the lines of Columbo, McCloud,

or Sherlock Holmes.

And, no need to be making any

cracks about me being a light

weight in the detective depart-

ment. It is what it is and I leave

the actual horror flicks to my

children.

Still, it's o' dark thirty and as 

I just finished reading my last

chosen book, I'm hoping I can

get to sleep without any night

mares, hellacious or otherwise.

tis a dark read right

what a naughty gal am i

but what fun awaits

04/09/2022

I've asked before, I'll ask again, 

"Who am I really? What am I all

about?" Methinks I'll just have to 

have another revisit . . .

I knew from the time I was a little

gal that there wasn't much cookie

cutter about me. Bothered me some,

but finally came to accept that I'm

a bit of an eccentric rather like my 

father. I realize now more than ever, 

how lucky I was in some of my 

young friends and classmates . . .

Trudy a musician, both in piano and 

flute. Dave, Jerrell and Russel, so far

ahead of us in Math, they were often

pulled out for Algebra classes. Bonnie 

a brain, Jonette a gymnast, Norma a 

seamstress. And then there were the

youngers (my own made up word),

Peggy and Rhonda, cutest little tom

boys ever! Steve and Joe, one more

serious and one more playful!

I still so value those who march to 

the beat of a different drum. Manner

of speech can be fascinating. Get a

kick out of different modes of dress

particularly. Unusual tastes in foods

and drink are fun. 

Must confess, I do indeed enjoy 

being a free spirit . . .

same ole same ole same

love me being different

matter of outlook

04/08/2022

Yesterday was an anniversary of sorts . . .

'Twas exactly five years ago that I was

loading the pickup that early morn.

Next thing I knew, I awoke lying on the 

ground. Blood all over kingdom come. 

I had obviously cracked my skull open 

on a large rock when I fainted.

I tried to call out for my guy but there 

was no ump behind the call. Had to lay 

there a bit longer and finally I was able 

to crawl to the door and knock.

He came! Picked me up off the doorstep, 

bundled me into the car and drove me 

to the hospital.

Three days, three specialists and umpteen 

tests later, I was very kindly informed that 

I most likely had only a couple of months 

to live . . . and if I did live, it would take at

least a year for my swollen brain to return

to its normal size.

I took that hellacious news and ran with it.

Took my last will and testament, gave it all 

away. Moved into my cabin and awaited 

Mr. Death with one hand on my waist.

And just in case, I started taking care of 

me, of ME . . . something I hadn't done 

in a long, long time.

I've been granted me, a stay of execution.

Methinks one doesn't know the meaning

of the words thank you until something

such as this happens.

Each and every day is a miracle to me.

I make every effort to live my life to the 

fullest. And each and every day, I pray

the next will arrive gift wrapped, bow 

and all, just waiting to be opened . . .

 . . . I've got the scissors in my hand 

ready to snip that package open; make 

no mistake! 

04/07/2022

I always mean to pray, I really

do.

I sit in front of the fireplace as 

I don't kneel very well at about 

100. I calm and center myself, 

think about what I wish to say.

And I begin; next thing I know,

I'm talking to my dad. It isn't

my intention; it is what it is.

And, I'd be the first to admit

that my dad was always God

to me.

I've tried; I really have . . . 

but it's always dad. I give up!

So now, when I go sit by the

fireplace, I'm already looking

forward to our visit. We need

to catch up and I usually have

a lot to share.

It's funny just how much I 

do look forward to our visits. 

I find myself thinking, "Oh

dad will get a kick out of 

this," or, "I need to be sure

and tell dad about that."

I doubt very much that God

minds. He has that father

mentality after all and I'm

sure he gets it. 

That reminds me, I need

to ask my dad about that.

tis me missing you

say hello to god for me

why not just come home

04/06/2022

"Exploration is in our nature. 

We began as wanderers, and 

we are wanderers still. We've 

lingered long enough on the 

shores of the cosmic ocean. 

We are ready at last to set sail 

for the stars." ~Carl Sagan 

So love it when one of my fave

scientists makes a delightful

statement like this one! Indeed,

methinks I may be "ready at 

last to set sail for the stars!"

There is the moi that is trying

to suss out his exact meaning.

But, as he has traveled to the

stars himself, there is no way

to ask. Alas, we must ponder

instead.

As Carl Sagan is a prominent 

scientist, the statement may

be scientific by nature. Still

Sagan did have a phenomenal 

way of lending a bit of romance 

to his writing.

And, it may have been that he

was delving into the romantic

side of human nature. I can't

even walk to the mailbox but

that my eyes drift heavenward. 

I'm still that little kid who

wishes upon a star!

For me though, As I enter my

latter years, I imagine my mind

is trying to prepare me for my

own final travels. I pray they

may indeed set sail to the stars.

"catch a falling star

and put it in your pocket"

rainy days await

04/05/2022

"Read. Read anything. Read the

things they say are good for you,

and the things they claim are junk.

You'll find what you need to find.

Just read." ~Neil Gaiman

I bow in awe at the gift of reading!

Everything about it is pure wonder.

The language, the vocabulary, the

twists and turns throughout the plots,

all in collusion with the beauty of 

the written word.

I am beyond grateful for my library, 

the hundreds and hundreds of books

that bring me both information and

joy. Might add, praise the gods for 

secondhand stores that make literary

purchases even possible!

One of the things I've noticed with

this whole growing older thing is,

the reduction of one's world. And,

perhaps this is yet one more thing

that makes reading so precious. It

opens the doors to other worlds as

energy wanes.

I travel, I experience, I witness, 

I taste . . . Yes indeed, truly a gift!

cover to cover

traveling down fairy lanes

pray journey with me

04/04/2022

Can't help but wonder why being

naughty is not only fun, but also

comforting!

Can't help but wonder if it doesn't

hale from that eternal child within.

And naughty comes in all different

sizes and shapes!

It's that extra cookie, staying up

past midnight, one too many drinks,

taking a trip with no shekels, trying

on clothes that are too expensive.

And, not to forget sneaking out to

the store at 1:00 in the morning to

buy ice cream . . . and not even

pregnant!!!

We spend so much of our lives 

being adult, good, responsible . . .

Not sure we'd even make it if we

couldn't be naughty now and again.

As I'm approaching my latter years,

methinks I actually need to plan 

some serious naughty. Might just 

make drawing nigh of the pearly gates 

a tad easier!

naughty naughty naught

hungry for a little fun

get your ass in gear

04/03/2022

"What a difference a day makes.

Brought the sun and the flowers."

~Stanley Adams & Maria Grever 

Today I awaken content and sated.

I find it interesting that it's a degree

or two below freezing, yet there is

promise of warmth and sun a bit

later in the day.

One of the things I find encouraging

as the snow melts and spring peeks

its head in, is the visits that happen

sporadically. Friends and family

come to find us slowly coming out

of hibernation. 

Methinks I wouldn't have made it

this winter without our guys next

door, d) all of the above, as I tend 

to think of them. Bless them six

ways to Sunday!!!

Proctor's Garden said on the news 

early this morning that it's time to

start planting pansies. I can hardly

wait to get my barrels frocked out

with all kinds of posies. 

Unless I'm mistaken, 'tis spring

alright!

here praying for spring

tis hope around the corner

planning to enjoy

04/02/2022

Today . . . a gift from the gods!

'Tis to be 70 degrees, a fresh

breath of spring! 

I'd be the first to admit just how

much I love that transition of

winter into spring. It's actually

palpable! We awaken to below

freezing, despairing for a bit of

warmth. Yet, slowly but surely,

the degrees climb and climb to

meet their promised height.

Maybe I'll sit outside for a while

today. I may even sip a shandy 

whilst I pretend it won't snow

next week. Methinks 'twould be

an idea to hunt up my sunglasses;

my straw hat?!

Come noon, you can expect to

see me out under my fave tree

pretending spring is here . . .

do not disway me

imagining all the while

spring is here to stay

04/01/2022

"Welcome to the month of April. 

May the magick it brings be

positive." ~BM

What a day, today promises to be.

'Tis April Fools Day for starters. 

I so remember how much fun we 

used to have with the otherwise 

expected jokes and stunts when 

we were just plebes. I like too, 

that we weren't brutal with the 

whole thing either . . . just kids 

having fun!

But, today begins my celebrations

for the month of April. There is

the usual New Moon, Full Moon 

magick, which I love. 

Suppose I should mention, that

evil Mr. Taxman cometh . . .

Still, Earth Day makes up for it 

in spades. And, oh how I love 

Earth Day. 

It's all rather like beginning the

month as tax playing fools and

ends up with celebrating Mother

Earth and ending with Arbor Day.

The month of April is lovely in so 

many ways. That perfect precursor 

as April showers bring May flowers!

i can hardly wait

delectable scents await

spring finally comes