Sunday morning I got up to wait for the storm. I sat in the dining room with the sliding glass door open. I listened to birds chirping, doves cooing, geese honking, a lawnmower way off in the distance, and the occasional gust of wind. I was working on the very last row of my Aranami Shawl that I just this minute put it in the sink for a good soak while I write this post.
We've had a bit of a cool down the past few days. Just a taste of cold to make us more grateful when normal springtime temperatures return. I for one am always grateful for a Sunday with enough of a chill in the air to make Chris want to turn on the oven and fix Ina Gartens Perfect Roast Chicken. Which by the way, it is. Perfect I mean. THE perfect roast chicken recipe. Especially when it's laid to roast on a bed of carrots, onions, potatoes, and thyme.
To top it all off I had a visit from one of the Harvey Boys and my tulips survived the rain storm. I must be living right.