Yes, we have no lilies of the valley.
The traditional day for them in France is May 1st. It is not the same in the U.S., but usually, it is soon after. This year, it is already the 18th and there are no lilies of the valley. I do see the buds on the flower stalks, but given the weather of late, they still have to wait.
Today it is was supposed to be in the 80s. It is gray, raining, and 63 degrees. I got up in the morning and it was pretty cold. I came out of the gym and it was hot. I came home and within a few moments, it got cold again. I have changed from jeans to shorts and then back to long pants again.
I feel like my thoughts revolve around politics, or the lack thereof (perhaps I should not call idiotic behavior politics) and weather. The spring was non-existent and the winter has been really long, to the point of truly being annoying. We had no forsythia bloom, per se, and we have been teased with a warm day here and there, that is often warmer than it should be at this time. It has been a most awful spring, or maybe we should say transition from winter to summer.
I feel like a complainer.
Let’s talk about nice things. Let’s talk about the youngest grandchild sleeping upstairs. Let’s talk about the two cousins drawing and conversing around our dining room table. Let’s talk about my feeling good about going to the gym and doing an hour on the treadmill before a nice steam and shower.
Tonight, is a sleepover, if all goes well. The youngest are for sure, but their older cousin is still a question. At the very worst, we can take her home to her parents.
I need to go and make crêpe batter as I was asked to make crêpes tomorrow for breakfast.
I will also water the plants. Despite the bad weather, the cacti and Norfolk pines are now out of doors.
Okay, the crêpe batter calls…