|industrial view from our kitchen window|
And it's not even that cold out but the color of the sky has been a constant gunmetal from 7am until the sun supposedly goes down, around
One magical remedy - to this swath of tedious, insignificant weather, and short daylight - that found it's way to me from a sweet, generous friend, came directly from New Orleans. From
s u c r e' to be exact.
The box of macaroons was enjoyed, savored really, except for this glittery, little pink number. We're trying to save her for tomorrow - which will be another version of a gray day, I'm sure. And we're hoping she might multiply.