Sunday Afternoons

Today the weather was gorgeous again, sun shining but not too hot; gentle breezes whispering through tree branches, birds landing singing then taking flight again. It all reminds me how much I love quiet Sunday afternoons.

Sunday afternoons were made for doing as much nothing as you can possibly get away with. Since I couldn’t very well fritter away the whole day I decided to cook, enough to have leftovers for a couple of days.

My first thought was to throw some steaks in the oven, make rice and gravy, something green and, cornbread. Things quickly changed once I started digging out fixings from cabinets, fridge and, freezer.

I ended up throwing the steaks in the oven making cornbread, dry black-eyed peas, rice, carrots and, candied yams. Oops! Two orange-ish/yellowish veggies and nothing green. Oh well. Guess that won’t hurt this one time.

Cooking took longer than I wanted it to but, it’s done and I have a nice stash of leftovers. I won’t have to cook for many many days now. That’s a good thing. I hate cooking.

Dinner’s done and I’m finished, now to relax and get ready for the new week ahead.

How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun and interesting? Care to share?


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April

Did you know that April starts on the same day of the week as July every year, and the same day of the week as January in leap years? Something else I didn’t know is that April ends on the same day of the week as December every year.

April is National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry. It was first introduced in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.

April 1st was also April Fool’s Day, and I’m not sure if the Academy of American Poets realized that when they introduced National Poetry Month back in 1996, but it’s the kind of irony that poets would appreciate.

April 1st brought thoughts of spring what with trees and flowers blooming all over and birds chirping and singing outside my bedroom window early every morning.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another.

It seems like spring here already. It’s not too hot, too cold, too rainy, too sunny, too dry, or too wet -- it’s just perfect -- for me anyway. So I call it springtime, whether it’s officially spring or not.

One thing’s for sure, I’d better enjoy these perfectly beautiful days while they last because it’ll be over before I know it.

What is it like in your part of the country? I see some people still have snow. Is that you? Do you like it? Or are you getting a touch of spring?

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