Cupcakes And Aliens

 I woke up too early for a Sunday.  But the kitten ( and calling a 18 year old cat a kitten is like calling me a jeune fille) had poked her little head into the bedroom and was squawking at the top of her lungs to GO OUT NOW.

So up I got. And once I'm up, I'm up.

While the espresso was dripping I was reading, posts not a book.  As I traveled here and there my mood visibly improved.  I sat up straighter, my mouth curved upwards and my eyes woke up in appreciation.

So for those of you who might have woken up a little bit on the wrong side of the bed I give you yesterday's wedding.

The tallest,thinnest bride with miles of straight blonde hair.  A love for yellow and orange, the groom and her family and friends. Much of the work was done by them.  The table numbers all told stories pertinent to their life together.  When we arrived at the venue, the bowls of citrus were on the table waiting for us to drop in a posy of roses and dahlias and berries and a gerbera daisy or two.

There were of course cupcakes.  I watched GG struggle with her conscience wanting to taste just one.  But after much circling of the dessert table she walked away.  Sugar craving vs. peace of mind.  Tough battle.

So what have we learned here today?  A good post can stir even the most reluctant heart.  Even a confirmed non camper can be enchanting by glamping.

And, this is the most important, always leave an extra cupcake or two for your florist. You did it for Santa, now do it for us.

Amen.