I pulled out the toasty blanket throw and nestled in while savoring every word of my new novel: The Devil in the White City: Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America, by Erik Larson. It promises to be a great read about two men, Daniel H.Burnham, a key architect in the building of the 1893 Chicago World's Fair and the other, H.H. Holmes, a serial killer. It is a true story and the writer is particularly talented making the novel appear all the more imaginative. This is all I need to fill a chilly spring day.
Pictured above, to help me enjoy this read, is my single purchase from last weekend's "Theresienwiese," or Spring Festival. It is "Honig aus Deutschland," or Honey of Germany. Munich has a month of fairs and festivities beginning with the Strong Beer season in spring and goes through the start of summer, April - May, annually. It is different from our county fairs in that the Germans include the ubiquitous beer tents and gardens and include plenty of activities and playground equipment for all of the children. So, it truly is a family-centered event.
The honey I chose was "Akazienhonig" that translates to "Acacia Honey." It is delicious in tea, on toast, or in a desert recipe.
To make an otherwise bleak day even brighter, I set these blooms in water and put them in the kitchen window. It worked! How could you not walk into this room, view these vivid colors and not react positively? It's electrifying what they can do for your spirits. These are a particularly aromatic bunch lending an air of beauty and romance to the room.
I must be in a sentimental mood, as I'm writing about my day, I'm listening to "Tonight We Love," by Tony Martin. This is a song that peaked on the Billboard as #1 in 1946! Way, way before I was born. I read that the Platters revived it in 1960, but I was too busy playing tiddlywinks way back then to notice this song.
Some of you reading this probably remember this song well. As for me, I've just discovered it.
Here are some of the lyrics that just happen to fit my mood today:
A rose must remain with the sun and the rain
Or its lovely promise won't come true
To each his own, to each his own,
And my own is you.
What good is a song if the words just don't belong?
And a dream must be a dream for two
No good alone, to each his own
For me there's you
If a flame is to grow there must be a glow
To open each door there's a key
I need you, I know, I can't let you go
Your touch means too much to me
Two lips must insist on two more to be kissed
Or they'll never know what love can do
To each his own, I've found my own
One and only you
Beautiful lyrics, sentimental melody and a smokey saxaphone solo.
Yeah, it's been that kind of day.
But now, reality is calling and the pile of ironing is saying, "If you don't iron me, who will?"
Enough lounging and dreaming.
On to to the next task at hand. And that, folks, is life!