Okay, first an announcement: PLEASE NOTE THE DATE FOR THE ST. JOHN’S BOOK LAUNCH HAS BEEN CHANGED. MAY 2ND IS THE NEW DATE. STILL AT BIANCA’S, STILL 6-8 P.M.
Now, for today’s doodle:
The good news is that there’s been a break in the frigid temperatures of late. It hit 0 today so of course I broke out the bikini. I was all ready to oil myself up and enjoy the tropical breezes, perhaps make myself a tall glass of lemonade to defend against the searing heat.
The bad news is that with the rise in temperature came grey skies and la neige — snow. I had convinced myself that there wouldn’t be any this year. Last year, February was 28 days of sun and temps in the low teens. And up until a few weeks ago we were golden, well, golden in the sense that it rained for 3 months but it was warm. They have a saying in these parts: if you spend Christmas on the balcony, then you’ll spend Easter by the fire.
But it does look pretty …
And no amount of cold weather will halt the the French gourmet …
Oysters and caviar must be displayed no matter what mess Mother Nature decides to unleash. I know I should be used to winter by now. I mean this is nothing compared to the cruel blizzards of the North Atlantic that pound the Rock on which I was raised. But still, wool mittens and scraping the car and slipping around around on icy pavement make me long for April. I’m no good for winter any more. I must be getting soft. Ah, the mind and body converge. As they say in the homeland, “She don’t know her head from her arse.”