Photo Credit: Beatrice Peltre

There's too much loveliness afoot and it has caused me to dawdle rather egregiously (<-- that one's for you Goose) if such slow pleasures can be associated with unduly harsh adjectives. I don't know.

All I know is it's midday and I still have the stack of work on my desk that mushroomed up over the weekend that I didn't deal with yesterday (that was what this morning was supposed to be for) because I couldn't come in from my walk with the brombie mob-- it's just too. damn. springlike. out there-- for the love of all things holy.

Global Warming, you had me at hello*.

So no posting here. No new photos-- but I can share some yummy to put in your basket as you continue to wend your way through the b-sphere this morning (okay, afternoon, whatever).

Above is a photo from Bea's recent trip to Tortola. Positively swoony. (You do know she is teaching at September SAW, right? I KNOW! La vache c'est moi!) Check'em out.

And these are some goodies, too.

Coriander Girl

forty-sixth at grace

Photo Credit: forty-six grace

Hmm, I am being drawn to photos of feet on the beach-- car at the beach . . what does this portend, pray tell?

Get ready, ma belle, j'arrive!

Bisous, E

*KIDDING! . . jesus-- please don't email me about planetary distress and how it's not a joking matter. There is nothing I won't joke about, seriously.

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