Sunday morning on the farm.
Rolled out of bed to this:
Purple martins have actually chosen to renew their lease at our crappy purple martin house, (despite the fact that the sparrows who squatted in it in past years left it a mess and though it is listing in what must be a disconcerting fashion for the chicks). Purple martins flitted around me, Snow White fashion, while I took this picture. (OK. They were probably doing this because they were annoyed and wished I would back off, but I am in a Snow White frame of mind so I am going with that interpretation).
Whusband's flowering plum trees - also listing and not very healthy looking during most of the year - are now actually flowering.
And
I opened this bag of LaVazza, fresh from the Italian grocery store in Montreal. The smell of beautifully roasted beautiful coffee beans was almost enough to bring tears to my eyes. Then I ground some of them and made coffee. Transports.
Happy first Sunday in May to you all.
2 comments:
Nothing is better than the smell after opening a bag of coffee. My mother-in-law sends us coffee from Germany and it's the best.
Cheers.
Hey R -
Amen to that.
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