darling! let’s go on a picnic. grab a blanket and a basket, cheese and chalk, blueberries and bread, a kite and a crock of mustard, and chase me up hill and down dale ’til we collapse, out of breath, laughing and gasping and grinning.
oh, i know it’s january and technically very much winter still, but i’ve a smile in my eyes and spring in my heart today. i don’t know why. maybe it’s just because i’m alive, and the very knowing of that is marvelous.
the lilacs are budding. won’t you come and see?