Springs has sprung!
The grass is ris!
I wonder where the birdies is?
They say the bird is on the wing.
But we all know that that's absurd.
Because the wing is on the bird!
George Burns - a strange but loveable former boss
Laurent arrived home from Beijing last night for a two week stay. And with him came the spring. Okay I'm being a bit romantic there but its been such a great weekend - weather-wise too: it was sunny all day, the first tulip bloomed, it was warm verging on hot and there was a nice breeze most of the day.
It was the perfect day to finally dismantle that hideous temporary garage - ugly as sin but welcome in the dead of winter, get the family room screens installed, put the deck furniture in place and sit out afterwards with a bottle of something wet, white and winish.An added bonuses:
My pasty winter palor has become a brillant cardinal red- I really must learn to wear a hat to cover that bald spot. Yep it was a great spring day!
1 comment:
sounds absolutely lovely. mike and i made such progress in tidying up the back garden today, that i am inspired to get up early and go sit with coffee on the deck ~ one of the treats of life i've been missing since it's been cold.
glad your sweetie is back. Willym, you are such a sweetheart. i love reading about your life.
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