Friday, February 18, 2011

Spring Fever

I'm not really deeply enamored with St. Patrick's Day (Sorry, Sasha) but at the moment, I just have to keep reminding myself that the world will turn green again. After several blissful days of weather in the 50s, I'm just not ready to go back to the real February. So I shan't. I'll keep believing that Winter is merely taking its last, gasping breaths before Spring descends upon us.

And hopefully, it won't snow into April this year.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain

See? There's plenty of hope for us all.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

My New Friend


If you like eating ice cream for breakfast...if you love honey...if you love anything thick, creamy, sweet, and amazingly yourself a favor and go buy a cup (or if you're feeling bold, a bucket) of this yogurt.

I felt like I was getting away with something when I tried it at breakfast this morning. I kept peeking over my shoulder to see if the children would try to steal it from me. But lucky for me, it appeared I was eating my regular bowl of yogurt and there were no takers. Bliss!


I just finished watching Julie and Julia. It reminded me why I love to write. How could it not? An entire movie based on a woman who gives herself a year-long blog challenge and cooks (and blogs) through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Many of the blog entries are narrated, which I love. And I got to see Julie typing them as she narrated, which I loved even more. Reading the written word aloud is delicious to me.

I'm not an amazing cook. I don't love it with all of my being. I am not inspired to follow in Julie's footsteps and blog about a cooking adventure. But I have been nudged to pick up where I left off.

It's the middle of the night. Our family has been battling a variety of illnesses over the past three weeks and I have spent a lot of time inside my house. I am currently unable to chew very much, due to some sort of tooth/sinus I'm a little hungrier than usual. None of these issues lend themselves to eloquence, but my creativity has definitely been stirred.

Perhaps in the morning I'll have something more interesting to say. And just maybe I'll plop myself down on my tomato red stool and type it out for you.

Until then, my friends.