Saturday, 2 April 2011

Sambuca

With its anise flavour and flame, sambuca is something I have only on occasion, tonight being one - the logic may not have been sound but I wasn't missed. Like my final Wednesday in March - a repeat due to circumstances - I gave into what was the correct course of action under the circumstances, knowing it was not my preference but I guess it was better to conform. It was a struggle, I'm not an anise fan.

So what now for April? I will need to think about this.

For now, tea and toast are finished, the wind is howling outside yet big bertha feels so cosy as I wrap my shawl around me and sink into the burgundy purple cushions to sleep.

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*paraphrased from The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley