A gentle trickle of the spring rolls down, seeking a place to deposit its water. This has been an abundant week, almost too much. Enough water to drive little tiny ants indoors, thankfully the 30 little specs kept to the counter near the sink. I actually spied two of them as I was going off to bed last night, and this morning, they brought a few of their best friends. They seem to have found greener pastures to explore, however, I cannot say that I will miss them or want them back anymore.

They missed pie and ice cream, sorry to say... I am sure that might have encouraged them to stay at least one more day. The pie was delicious, apple this time. I think that the strawberries will be the very next. Have you ever made a strawberry pie? There is jam to be made, and some fruit to be frozen. For leaner days when there is no fruit. Sounds good, right?

I wanted to take a moment to wish each of you a wonderful week ahead. May the good things in life be yours in abundance, not only on special days of the year but every other day too. Sometimes, we have to just stop and appreciate our many hidden blessings, for this allows us to have a truly grateful heart. May your tomorrow and the days that follow be filled with the warmth of the season. It was 83 degrees (29C) here today, so there is plenty of warm to go around.

A little gravy, some call it sauce, made with love. An abundance of hot Italian sausage, meatballs made just the way the family loves them, pieces of leftover pork thrown in... simmered most of the day... Do you call it sauce or gravy or even ragu? Oh, it is an age-old discussion on the East Coast.

The peonies were absolutely amazing this year! Their perfume is deliciously elegant, although people are known to get headaches from them. My house smells like a florist shop tonight. Although it has been a fabulous day, it is time to call it! Thanks for coming along on my #beautifulsunday, it doesn't get any better than to be surrounded by love and breaking bread with each other! And just like that, this post is over! Come back tomorrow and we will do it again! Have a great week ahead!

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost