Our rhododendron blossoms are swelling and ready to burst forth in all their fuchsia glory. The magnolia tree has a dozen or more pink tulip-shaped flowers on it. There are buds on the lilac bush and on the azaleas.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land . . . Songs 2:11-12
I've never actually known what "the voice of the turtle" is, or sounds like, but don't you imagine it would be something quite magical?
After the worst winter on record, the spring blossoms seem magical; they are balm to our souls here in Michigan. Our doorwall is open, and though it is still a little cool, the sunshine and breeze is glorious, and seeing the bright goldfinches back at the feeder is such a happy thing.
In honor of the occasion, I borrowed my daughter's Royal Albert Blossom Time china, and set a little tea table for a friend and me yesterday. We often discuss books or just sit and read together when she is here for a visit. The treats are rather light today, as we have already indulged quite a bit this weekend, including eating Derby Pie, in honor of the Kentucky Derby Saturday. I've never had it; it's like a chocolate chip cookie in a pie!
|Cooling on the stove, and ready for a dollop of fresh whipped cream . . .|
My friend is from northern Michigan, and it was snowing up there while we were enjoying our tea.
These little bunny graham cookies by Annie's are a perfect little snack for a spring tea.
These little almond thins were nice, too.
As I said, light on the snacks today, what with the Derby Pie and this last night . . . Shrimp scampi and fish and chips. We shared. And watched the race. Six hours of coverage for a two-minute race. I liked seeing the hats.
Back to the tea table. A good book or two and a pad of paper to jot down any ideas or notes are welcome at a tea between old friends, a tea that can go on companionably for a few hours.
The poetry book is here so I can brush up on some Keats before we watch Bright Star, a movie about his life. I'm afraid it will be sad; he died at age 25. He wrote such beautiful poetry.
I hope you're enjoying "blossom time" wherever you are, my friends.
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