Time For a Break

IT'S SPRING, at least that's what my volunteer peach tree thinks. This pink display came from a pit I tossed a few years ago and forgot. I probably won't get any fruit, but man do I get the blossoms and the fragrance. The bees are dancing, they're so happy about all that sticky sweet nectar.

So, after snapping these pictures and taking a walk around my garden I realized it's almost Easter. Good grief. I don't have the New Year's Eve confetti out of the carpet yet.


 

I'm off to join my family and friends in some R &R, a hunt for some colorful eggs and bunny stories. Can't get enough bunny stories, right? My favorite is still Peter Rabbit with Br'er Rabbit a close second.

Do you have a favorite? 

 I'll be back by the 7th to return to "My Writing Life," you know that saga about slogging through from beginning to end on a novel. Then I'll have a couple of interviews to spice up those days when . . . ahem . . . I'm ready to toss that said novel. 

Happy Easter. Happy Spring.