I really like winter, I have no complaints about this cold, dry season. Afterall, it does come with it's own joys and pleasures. Those culinary comforts enjoyed out of bowls on cold nights under blankets or the warm glow of the fire. Boots! Another winter pleasure of mine. Nonetheless, it has come and gone giving way to what I can only describe as the amazing smell of spring. It's still a bit chilly at night (only by South African standards of course) but the days are warm and glorious. Sunny and somehow promising - I have a sense expectation I can't explain - with that amazing scent of jasmine blossoms floating on every breeze. In my kitchen with the back door open. At the hairdresser's this morning too, this unexpected delightful smell filling the air. Rich and heavy, filled with happiness and much to look forward to. Who new this could get better, but it just did. A glass of grenache (I did say it's is still a bit chilly), rare steak sandwiches filled onion marmalade, rocket, tomato slices, garlic and mustard mayonnaise, gherkins and slow sexy tune playing softly in the distance. Spring gently teases us with little signs, so whether we know the exact moment it hits us or not is beside the point because we can feel it. Peach blossoms, sunny skies, floral breezes and all!
Candy!
P.S. The pretty pink Pierre Jourdan Tranquille Blush (my absolute favourite rosè) is chilling on ice, just waiting. It will be mere moments....
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