Easter by Joyce Kilmer
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
Oh if the above were only true Dear Reader but alas, the weather even down here on the Isle is rubbish! This time last year is was glorious and we had Easter Sunday lunch in the garden and were out there long into the evening with bottles of vino collapso to sustain us. I fear that this will not be the case this year and so I am looking forward to the following
Some cake making with the SBG ( you may remember this exercise from before) – there will be chicks and bunnies involved…
Some visiting of friends and family. A line run through for the play that’s on in two weeks (yikes!!). And then there’s the new project – there are curtains to be hung, beds to be made, prettying up to do and photos to be take by our mega talented mate Gav (who can be found here http://www.gavinprestphotography.com ) – He is looking at ways of marketing and publishing his photographs – so if any of you guys out there in blogland have any bright ideas, let me know – or better still if you’d like to buy his work or have fabulous wealthy contacts let him know!
There is so much to do over the holiday I may spontaneously combust and all my plans of lazing around and doing bugger all have gone out of the window. I may manage to sqeeze in a small lie in or two and we are out on the lash with Mr & Mrs Folly this evening to kick proceedings off.
I wish you a happy Easter Dear Reader with plenty of whatever takes your fancy.
