responsibility and spontaneity

today was one of those days, when my spirit wanted to fling off responsibility and jump on the back of the bike and ride like the wind.. the day was a brilliant early spring day.. but duty and responsibility called in the form of a very neglected verandah. Neglected throughout winter for no other reason than it was too cold to venture out to even sweep. With the whisper of spring in the air, the every now and then breeze with a tiny sliver of warmth tucked between the folds, I decided to make ready my summer time nook.

stones gathered at the beach, last summerthe place I escape to on those hot days where I can do nothing else but languish in the heat.. the place where I recline on the old settee, the same old settee that becomes home to spiders in winter.

The place where I sit and sip mint tea with lavender flowers, the place where I dream & travel to exotic places in the world. The place where, if I closed my eyes for just a minute, I am whisked to a tropical location where I am fanned gently with large palm fronds.
the day continued just as it started.. warm, what they call perfect riding weather. It all got the better of me in the end. . .

the bike beckoned...
lucky the biker babe in me was assertive and pushed me to take advantage of this weather, reminding me that tomorrow it could rainthe weather was just too nice to pass up a quick ride...

and lunch with dutch husbandthen, to finish off a most perfect day, we sat together in the car at Echo Point, eating pizza while a spectacular light show courtesy of Mother Nature took place in the valley below.
(dutch husband surprised me today with a gift from his heart...in a few days I will show & tell)
** the term 'dutch husband' was adopted from an idea by Corey of Tongue in Cheek. She calls her husband 'French husband'. I liked the idea so much, that I took it on as well..