The daffodils are swaying brightly and sweetly poised in front of local cottages this morning and handsome man 'o mine have weekend plans for a trip to Brighton to see the sites and seaside. Only to our surprise this morning over tea, toast and Simon & Garfunkel playing on the ipod [need I forget mention of our cats relentlessly chasing one another, too?] did we find out the forecast calls for snow! What? SNOW?
Sigh....grumble.....grumble....
Gazing through my bedroom window this morning, coffee in hand, I stand amazed. I see something. A something I have not seen or felt in months. My drab skin reaches for it. My face revels in the moment.
Shadows on a Saturday morning can only mean one thing. Sunshine. It is the most glorious spectacle I shall partake in this year.
I am a happy bunny and shall tip my hat to the heavens and Mother England herself.
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