First up, breakfast is NOT my favourite meal of the day. I eat it because I have to. I don't enjoy many traditional breakfast foods - oatmeal yech, cereal doesn't stick, eggs once in awhile. Tomato juice and cheese is good. Or leftover pizza.
I drink a glass of water when I come downstairs, then after my husband goes to work and before I leave (or stay), I eat something. My latest breakfast kick is an Apple Almond Smoothie. One apple, cored, peel intact, a couple of heaping tablespoons of yogurt, a sprinkle of cinnamon, a handful of sliced almonds, a sploosh of milk and a dash of vanilla all whirled together in my ancient blender. The result: creamy, a bit chewy, lightly spiced goodness that takes me through the morning.
Along our evening walking path is a neglected and abandoned lilac bush. On Monday night I was surprised to see the lilacs just beginning to bloom. How I love their scent. Tim cut a few boughs for me to plop into a vase.
Can you see the tablerunner? I've been waiting since Christmas to show it to you. A friend made it for me. Lilac print fabric along with black. How pretty it is. And how complementary to the lilacs. Thank you, Karen.
Last, but certainly not least, today is my father's 79th birthday. A man of strong faith. A harder working man I've never met. He spends his retirement days doing work at my brother's church - painting, fixing, repairing, renovating, and helps others out as well. He gardens and golfs, and loves my mother, their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Here he is at Easter, reading Go, Dog, Go to Little Miss A. Happiest of Birthdays to you, dearest Dad. I love you.