Spent the weekend steeping in the moody early early spring beauty of a rainy, misty weekend in the Berkshires. Snow remained in patches, edging flax-colored fields, melting under the rain, mixing into puddles and rivers.
So many lovely snatches: wine and talk, and lovely friends who obligingly made me my own tofu version of the evening's meal, and a hot tub under umbrellas, listening to the cold rain thrump overhead.
Also spent some time in Lenox with my comrade, learned about antique silver from the gracious well-spoken woman who runs (until the end of this summer) a sweet, very pink antique shop. Then we had coffee and pastries (and took back more for breakfast on Sunday in a big pink box), and, having warmed ourselves, spent the rest of our open afternoon-time in The Bookstore. So capitalized, because that's really what it's called (with the in-house "get lit" wine bar - I almost couldn't take it).
And I happily discovered a book I clearly couldn't do without. I feel warm, almost flushed in my hands just opening it.
And there was still more, because for Sunday Brunch, we went to the Crossroads Foods Shop in Hillsdale, where the biscuits were day-making, and the cream was so alluring my coffee could not remain black like it usually does. Then the salt cod hash... And everyone around me looked more beautiful with happiness.
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But being spoiled all weekend didn't make me completely useless. To-day I kept my resolution to practice making presentation slides.