And then, one weekend, I felt like me again.
First, there was a Grocery Store Tour of the fair island, which, in addition to making me fall hard for Trader Joe's, eventually yielded morels and fiddlehead ferns for eating with a spoon. There was shopping in galoshes. There was dropping off dry cleaning in the rain, after which New York kindly handed me a bouquet of cotton candy for carrying home. There were gracious and charming new friends who invited me to come, invited me to stay. There was a perfect yellow dress with sweet embroidery, and a Kentucky Derby party with mint juleps and hats. There was square dancing. There was ice cream that tasted like cream that had unrequited love for a dimpled strawberry might taste; cream blushing with the memory of a single, berry-red kiss. There was knitting in bed. There was soup. And then there were the first lilacs, falling all over themselves as first lilacs so often do.
9 maids a-milking:
This is such a romantic little post. Very pretty. Thank you for posting.
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Wait, was this actually your weekend or was it some kind of enchanting dream? Because it sounds like a dream. But you have the lilacs for proof, so I guess I'll believe you.
Smiling.
Hurray! I'm so glad you feel like you again!
Also hurray for Trader Joe's, cotton candy, lilacs, derbies, new buddies and galoshes. xoxo
Yay, happy weekend for you. Just what you deserve. xx
Yay! And hurrah!
Just a reminder, in case you didn't already remember: New York can be tricksy. So if one day you wake up and you feel like someone else, just run off to Coney Island for the day.
Mmm...morels in springtime are the best! Second only to lilac of course--I can't get enough of how they fill the whole house with their divine scent!
Good. Yes, good.
Ah, heaven. You live well. xoxoxo
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