The Color of Sherbet and a Tan Jumper


Weekends are never long enough, are they?
Once again, I encountered a beautiful vase of flowers waiting for me on my counter when I arrived home. This time they were orange sherbet colored roses that my mom bought for fifty cents. At home, we ate well (Primavera, Continental Bakery, Surin, Chez Lu Lu, Flip Burger, and as my mom says: “Chez Ott”), celebrated much (Easter!), walked (on scenic Red Mountain, winding around English Village, passing the glass house), read often (a novel, “Four Spirits” for class… about Birmingham), shopped a bit, and traveled to Oneonta. My dad gave my car a makeover and we went to the “Library in the Forest.”



Prepare thyself for the cutest child in the world playing jazz… my my my.

Until the end of this semester, I will fantasize about my upcoming trip to High Hamptons, one of my favorite places ever. And to make this Monday a decent one, I’m sipping a Chai latte and listening to Ray Charles! Thank you, TJ Hester for treatin’ me so nice and buying me drinks.

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2 responses to “The Color of Sherbet and a Tan Jumper

  1. love these photos! the color of the roses is beautiful

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