Spring in Georgia is simply amazing. And beautiful. And warm. And it lasts a while. There is all good.
I know that many people suffer from allergies from the many things that bloom around here, especially the Bartlett pear trees, so spring for them isn't so grand. I'm sorry about that, but I do love the flowers and the colors and especially the birds' return. The grass is already greening up nicely.
This shot is from the end of my driveway looking across the street.
This is looking at the side yard, forsythia blooming and at the end of the forsythia row is the as-yet-unbudded fig tree.
On the weekends I have time to make a fancier breakfast and I have time to eat it. On the weekdays it's fried egg on unbuttered English muffin, gobbled. On Saturdays it's Baguette French Toast and red potato home fries, eaten sitting down.
That's my Shenandoah Ware Depression era or earlier 8" cereal bowl. I have three, and I love them. I use them for everything, absolutely everything. Every meal is eaten out of one of these. I love the size and shape and the pattern (daffodils). Someday I might just go into Comer to the Shabby Chic boutique and see if she is carrying any Depression era Shenandoah ware.
Until then, I have some French Toast to eat and a Bountiful Basket to pick up. Have a good day everyone.