Lady Grey...

1. Untitled, 2. cherry blossoms going for a dip, 3. April 5th Snow Storm Maine Fence, 4. Steamy hot

April is here, pale and cold. The night before last it snowed in the living room, perfect flakes drifted down the chimney and settled on the cold wood floor and last night, every star was in the sky, pressing close and tasting like sherbet on my tongue. My pearl tumbled to the floor, in the realm of lost things, bouncing amongst the hair so recently cut from my head; as black as those crows, my mothers’ friends, but they can do nothing for me. I can read the signs well enough that I daren’t pick up a tea cup, the willow pattern sits on the windowsill, but I know the tale it will tell me; instead I pick up pens and pages and write my own...

Today is grey and yet there is a film of gold just under the surface, so close that I expect the preternatural to occur at any moment; the house smells of daffodils and ice, there is snow on the hills and rain on the windows and the steam from my tea whispers in curls through the air. Today I love blossoms that fall like snow, I love soft knitted jumpers, the colour of that grey sky, I love kindness and as always I hate hurtful and pointless anger. Today the woman I want to be knows where home is, she breathes in those champagne stars and breathes them out as words and rhythm, she smells like chocolate and oranges and she trusts without trial...

This Sunday is my birthday; I’ll be very happy with spiced dark chocolate cake, daffodils on the table, sunlight on the sills and coffee, rich and creamy, but we’ll see... Have a wonderful light-filled weekend, eat lots of chocolate, dark of course; resting on cup saucers, better still baked into cakes and brownies... Here’s hoping this brings in the spring!