Friday, February 21, 2014
Friday Afternoon, with Flowers . . .
Partway through this week a wave of fatigue threatened to pull me under. Thursday morrning's class was all but abandoned in favour of a nap, although we had a good time once I got there (how could we not? We're working our way through Thomas King's Green Grass, Running Water, a delightful, if challenging, romp of a book that instructs while entertaining). Silly me, I found myself wondering why I was so tired, and then remembered -- Duh, what about that 30kilometre run last Saturday? . . .
Lorrie's inspiration and I hope she doesn't mind the copy-catting. We'll just call it a meme, shall we? Her composition and her photography is far superior to mine, but I love the casual beauty of these garden findings.
And then my good friend is coming over for a glass of wine. I've let my Friday afternoon gatherings lapse rather, but Alison and I have been managing an hour or two over a glass of red one or two Fridays a month. Such a good way to catch up and to let go, a relaxed move into the weekend.
If you're just getting ready to settle into yours with a cup of tea or a glass of white or red or Scotch or whatever helps you feel expansive and well-treated, know that I'm raising mine in your direction. . . A votre santé! Cheers! Slainte!