for most {sane} folks, the prospect of six long & languid days off in a country that refuses to entertain the notion of summer would instantaneously mean booking a trip abroad, prontisimo!

for me, this self-imposed break fills me with pure glee for no other reason than because of a complete absence of plans…

delicious…

time to potter, time to smell the roses {and hydrangeas & peonies &…} & time to simply be…

a girl could get used to this!

happy hump day indeed…