March is a friendly month. Spring arrives. Rain. Sun. Flowers. Leaves. Hope. One has the pleasure of leisurely observing the Warm Season's approach.
I like it.
Hibernation is behind. Once again I wake up, stretch, glance around. Ah yes, the good Earth awakens with me.
Creative juices flow, invigorated anew after the long gray season.
Appetite surprises.
"I feel like making lasagna."
So I do.
It's gone now.
But not forgotten.
3 comments:
You make-a me hungry! Good thing it's gone, because I can't eat it, anyway. But I'm inhaling imaginary Italian food scents. And cannabis, if I can imagine the legal sort. :o)
Too weird! I made 2 pans of lasagna on Sunday. One to eat and one to freeze. We're still on the same wavelength. ;p
Deanna - are you smiling or wearing a stupid grin? The difference reveals legal and illegal. Ha!
Tshs: Great great great minds and growly stomachs. Sometimes you just have to do the lasagna thing. You just do.
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