Wednesday meanderings of the mind . . .

 April danced into town yesterday on golden slippers of beautiful sunlight and clear blue skies.  We could not have asked for a more beautiful day if we had gotten down on our knees and begged for it.    April in England . . . is a bit like falling in love for the first time . . . every time.




The whole countryside has broken out in a beautiful tide of green, it's wave sweeping around the woods and hedgerows like a rising tide . . .  so very beautiful . . . it rolls around our world as on twig and branch and bough the new leaves begin to unfurl . . . born upon the tide of spring . . .



Next to arrive at the ball . . . the flowering cherry tree.  She arrives like a white sailed galleon, adrift before the winds upon a restless sea . . . a fair and graceful thing . . .

It's petals float and dance upon the air, carried by the gentle breath of a fresh Spring breeze . . .

and . . . Robin sings . . .

 

A thought to carry with you through today . . .  

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"A friend is one to whom we may pour 
out the contents of our hearts,
chaff and grain together, 
knowing that the gentlest 
of hands will sift it;
keep what is worth keeping, and . . . 
with a breath of kindness
blow the rest away."
~unknown

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Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Reuben Sliders.

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You are all a blessing to me  . . .  enjoy this
day, and keep smiling . . .