No, dear friends, I did not croak. I am still here. Although I sometimes do feel a little wilted from the lovely h-o-t weather we're having. But we're lovin' it.
It was divine to sit out on our deck this early morning, sipping coffee in the quiet, relishing the air brush past like silk against our faces, watching Momma Sparrow feeding her little ones at the feeders. Open mouths, fluttering wings and Momma patiently stuffing in seeds to satisfy her hungry brood. Cheep cheep cheep...more, Mommy, more.
Then, it was wonderful to join the line ups at the local ice cream parlour this afternoon and, for our patience, savour the smooth coolness melting all the way down our throats so deliciously... so refreshingly.
And when a friend who went strawberry picking out in the country brought us our own pail of lush, sun-ripened berries....oh my goodness, their sweet fragrance filled the room when she brought them into the house. And soon my mouth was filled with fresh bursts of flavour. Maybe I did die ... for that surely was a little taste of heaven.
Hugs and blisses,