As my faithful readers might know, each Friday, I treat myself to a bunch of fresh flowers. Fridays are my clean the apartment, grade papers, and generally get caught up days. So, the flowers have become a welcome reward at the end of an arduous week. Last night, my sweet hubby, in anticipation of my weekly flower ritual, brought home these soft orangey pink tulips. Bravo, hubby! Photo and flowers by moi.
It' Friday. It's sunny. It's warm (at least here in SoCal). Let's pretend we're beach-side on the Mayan Riviera at one of my favorite spots: Tulum. Oh, cabana-boy...a margarita por favor.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway