Which sounds naughty but isn't. Sorry. Because soon I have to jump back in the car and zoom off to meet Lala at a llama farm & fiber store in Cedar Grove. She wants to pet llamas and alpacas and I want to look at yarn. Then we'll come back here to our favorite little hideaway in Sheboygan, Harbor Winds Hotel, for 3 days and nights of walking, talking, writing, knitting (just me), and all around relaxing. I probably shouldn't say this out loud but the weather seems to be in our favor this year. As long as it's not blizzarding, we're good.
March 16--Mary Cassatt, Lilacs in a Window. It was such a relief to have the windows open, to have the warm spring air moving out the winter stuffiness. On days like this Dana wished she could roll up the house's outer walls to let every molecule of old stuffy air out and replace it with the cool vibrant spring air. The lilacs were blooming that week so their sweet aroma floated in on the breeze too. Lilac season meant the renewal of a discussion that she and her grandmother had been having for as long as she could remember. Gran was of the opinion that the white lilacs smelled better and looked prettier, that they even were a higher class flower, than the regular lilac lilacs. Dana stood firm that it was the pale purple flowers with their shaggy flower heads and heart-shaped leaves that were superior in every way.
And now it's time for me to go find some llamas to pet and some yarn to fondle. See you!