And still, the muse is absent. Who is the Muse of Bloggers? Whatever her name, she's out partying with Cleo, Euterpe and Thalia. Or maybe I've just run out of things to say.
There's been a winter's-load of rain these past few weeks, and there's a rumor that summer starts in a little over a week. I don't believe it. My nasturtiums finally popped their heads from the soil, and I'd become so impatient with the pumpkins that this morning I dug down a little, to discover a seed with a little arrow of a sprout poking from it. So that means they haven't gone rotten in all the wet wet wet.
I've a hankering for hearty soups and butter-dripped slices of homemade bread. And cobblers and crisps.
(And I suppose I should offer some apologies for the flitty/flighty color-changes I've been doing lately. Can't seem to settle on anything.)
We've been back on the lunchtime soup again recently. Miserable here, but hot, sultry, and stormy.
ReplyDeleteLike you, I hope OUR summer arrives soon. Bisou, Cro.
We are finally, finally getting some sun. I've had to water parts of the yard!
ReplyDeleteI also changed my blog template today - change is in the air!
Those are all streets in New Orleans. Maybe the blogger muse is with them?!
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