Saturday, April 21, 2012

saturday a.m.

Knowledge of an early start roused me this morning. I headed out the door with Rose, she was attending the state Latin convention and I needed to get her to the designated spot to catch her carpool.


On my way back to the house I made a small detour to *Panera* thinking I could act as a morning santa clause by bearing a brown sack of fresh bagels for those sleepy heads at home.



The sunshine was spilling into every corner of my room and heart, making it aglow with the morning's goodness.


See me in the bottom left corner? 


Even the finches were basking in the lambent light.

once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...