Ode to Saturday

It’s Saturday – glorious Saturday. And I couldn’t resist one more picture of the lilacs from this season. They’ve been finished for about two weeks now, but I can remember them just by visiting the folder where I keep their images.

I was busy all morning running here and there. Later on, I’ll be putting together the fixings for a trifle I’m taking to my in-laws house for Mother’s Day brunch. I hope it’s not a travesty that a Yank like me is bringing trifle to tea at my British in-laws. Ha!

 

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.  They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.  ~Lydia M. Child

 

 

I bought new pillows and put them on the couch I picked up last weekend from my niece in Baltimore. The room looks more cheerful now. Got them here:

Pottery Barn pillows

I wish someone would come and do my housekeeping for me, though.

 

 

Just because I felt like it.

I like a landscape in black & white every now and then.

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I am so looking forward to an entire week of Saturdays and just today booked a cottage in Maine for a week this summer. I am so relieved to have it done and we’ll actually be staying in the same place we did last year. They happened to have an opening the week before I wanted to go, which will work for me. Both of us have already begun to smile more throughout the day.

Summerwood Cottage

Happy Mother’s Day to those of you that celebrate this day. Hope your weekend is a good one. Until next time then . . .