Flowers, fresh bread and grey skies

My usual mornings rarely include routes other than the school runs and the home-office boring drive. Today was one of the exceptions, as I had to head to the centre of our town for a quick morning coffee with a friend and beloved co-crafter :-). I hadn’t met her for ages (well, for two months this is) and it was about time, that’s all. So, I “stole” a couple of hours from the office routine and headed to our meeting point, a cozy cafeteria with lovely wooden decorations, beautiful in winter time, when we sit inside and sip our hot cappuccinos and even more beautiful during spring and summer, when we choose the tables spread nicely on our town central square under the tall trees, drinking iced coffees with colorful straws!

Today’s coffee had to be inside of course, as winter still insists on hanging on and doesn’t do us the favour of going away and letting spring in. I know I’m repeating myself, again and again, but, spare me winter, nothing beats the blue skies of spring; or say it another way: grey has never been my favourite color!

I arrived earlier than planned and went for a walk around the empty square and the nearby streets- I usually visit them in the afternoons, when I drive the little ladies of our house to their ballet and music classes. Being here on a cold morning and having time for a walk was a nice treat for once. The cafes at the central square were still empty, the tables outside the same (no wonder about that, it was a freezing 5 Celcius!)

The lonely palm tree looked a bit sad…

and the playground under the pine trees, empty as well

On the turn of the road, a breath of spring hit my face- it was a small flower shop. Few minutes after its morning opening, a nice gentleman was putting the small pots on their stands, on the cobblestone pavement. Crocuses and hyacinths and gardenias and many others whose names I ignore, they all set a lovely blooming and sweet smelling scenery amidst the winter surroundings.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, gazing at the colorful paradise in front of my eyes. I was a bit hesitant to take pictures, as always, but finally gave in and snapped a couple of shots, bit secretly, as if putting my finger in a jam jar!

On the opposite side of the road, a traditional bakery with its doors open was spreading the heavenly smell of freshly baked bread all over the place. Without thinking much, I went in. Mmmm, such a delight to be surrounded by loaves of bread, pretzels,  bagels and sweet treats! When I was little, I wanted to be a baker and I think it was a wise wish… how did I become a lawyer instead, it’s a mystery to me!

From the window of the bakery I could see the flower shop I was telling you before; that’s a combo of a kind, fresh flowers and warm bread! I bought two sesame bagels, a very traditional snack in our part of the world and left the place with the precious paper bag on my hands.

Back home this very evening, the new vintage jelly bags I’ve ordered were waiting for me next to the coffee table in our living room. Full of color and loveliness, they hold the yarn I’m currently using for my crochet projects.

There is a third one as well, a bright yellow jelly bag, with an almost finished white and cream baby blanket in it. I have decided to keep this blanket neutral coloured and simple, but the colour-loving monster residing in me couldn’t accept this… So, the ruffle border was split in two, half white and half…bright, ultrabright fuchsia! I’ve asked for the opinion of Little Miss no 2, a pretty safe testing in most of the cases and she approved with no second thoughts. Good. This way, the morning flowers spread some vividness to our dark evening hours.

Looking forward to spring days so badly, come on, rush spring!

Hope you are cozy and safe and happy at your part of the world, with flowers and bread and yarn!

xxx