Today was a perfect spring day. And I napped away half of it.
Both my mind and body said no more. Six events on Saturday, including a Quincenera that cost as much as a wedding had done me in.
So Lucy and I crawled into bed and slept through screaming children and lawn mowers, finally awakening to a torrent of French from Elle's room at 3:00pm.
Flowers in the house flashed through my mind and ignoring everything we know about cutting in the morning not in the heat of the day I fled to the garden grabbing flowers, fled to the attic to unearth a vase or two, took an hour to rearrange the living room and clean out a few drawers in the bedroom.
While cleanliness is next to creativity for me, a vacuum cleaner is anathema to the cats.
I filled the vases outside and debated taking all pictures in the garden but then I thought what the hell did I clean the house for if not to put the black and white vase full of climbing hydrangea, ornamental plum, bronze fennel, fringe tree, lambs ears, black elderberry, viburnum and one perfect white iris on the Chinese chest?
And a jar full of fragrant pink peonies, lambs ear, clover and lemon slices against a blue wall?
Don't know whether to sniff or sip, do you?
The bedroom got a toile mug full of little red roses, my gas station roses I call them, along with equally pedestrian sages and a few stems of oregano.
Common can still be charming,no?
Last but well loved, a green bowl with three peonies, two Red Charms and the first of the Festiva Maximus.
My work here is done and my house smells divine.
I'll go to bed early tonight so I can be well rested and up for visiting all of you tomorrow.
I have two doctors appointments in the morning but I'll be checking in.
Go ahead, make my day.