Girls’ day at Abi’s on a cool, misty morning. Brunch with muffins and fruit, and two pots of tea (Abi keeps a tea cabinet much like mine, with six different kinds of Earl Grey).
Bare feet on wood floors; crafts spread out all over the living room. Kelsey sketching dresses next to Sarah painting a tray for her mom, next to Grace weaving in the ends on a knitted capelet. Abi on the floor, surrounded by ribbons and buttons and scraps of paper, making cards but also playing hostess, jumping up to get more tea or put a tea cozy over the pot to keep it warm.
Me, curled up on a sand-coloured couch, knitting away and pausing to sip tea and laugh at Kelsey’s funny comments and Grace’s jokes. Later, Easter Parade and Fred Astaire’s incomparable dancing. Two more hours of heartfelt chat with Abi after everyone left.
Yes, a girls’ day at Abi’s equals a perfect Saturday.
P.S. I finished April with 29 poems – not quite 30, but still not bad. I may post some more soon, after revising them. Happy May.
cakes, tea and dreams 
Everything in this post sounds like it came from a Jane Austen novel- except for Fred Astaire. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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