Silk Road opened yesterday.
And so I popped a bottle of prosecco - our first in...oh, at least a month. In went a splash of St Germaine (perfect time of year to drink elderflowers) as well as two cubes of ice with hyssop flowers frozen into them. Hey, it was a private lily party. I sipped, inbetween feeding and weeding the roof farm.
I wonder what the neighbors think.
[Eeeeek! Look how I spelled neighbors, without even thinking! I have stuck so far on this blog to my schooling, spelling a la colonial England. And there it went, out slipped neighbors, and not neighbours... next will be favorite. It's the book - I write proper American in the book, of course (of corse?), otherwise I'd have to go back through (throgh?) the whole thing and fix it. A line has been crossed. How do I carry on?]