That beautiful smell and sight when you pour your first cup in the morning....

Whether it's coffee....

Or tea....

Or that moment where you can't decide which,

so you just take both.

Option #3 - This is me.

Dear Readers -

All that talk of summer which had lead to faeries... well, it got me to thinking about how they are the epitome of summer.
                        Mischief.
                                                     Frolicking.
                                                                                 Sparkling lights.
                                                                                                                            Bonfires.
                                                                                                   Luminescence.
                                       Practical jokes.
     Honeyed wine.
                                                                                     Delight.
                                                                                                                                         
                        Flowers.

In hindsight, it also brought up memories of the pianist/composer, Gary Stadler, whom I discovered when I was very, very young. I fell in love with his music. It was ethereal. It was new. It was fun. It sounded like those summer nights that I would hunt for faeries. So, for those who have not heard his work, I introduce you.

Fairy Nightsongs

Gary Stadler, featuring Stephannie.

Dona Crei Tun

Gary Stadler, featuring Stephannie

Because it's fun and everyone should remember their inner-faery-hunting child.

It's never too late to stop growing up.

Dear Readers -

Is it bad that, still being February, I'm wearing shorts and vehemently denying that it's cold out?

Rain means it's too warm to snow. Therefore, it must mean that it is shorts weather.

..... right?

 Sunshine. Warmth. Flowers.

(with blossoms the size of your face)

 Walks through the woods, to splash in the stream.

Exploring overgrown, mysterious pathways.

(That will ideally lead to faeries)

 City sidewalks with faces that smile at you as you walk by.

Hiding under the rosebush, hoping to find faeries.

(Hopefully, not getting stuck with thorns)

Perhaps actually find a faery...

(who is covered in glitter and strikingly resembles Rupert Everett....)

Yes, please.