A Perfect Weekend in March

I had a fabulous weekend. Despite not winning the lottery, falling in love or eating corned beef hash and eggs and biscuits, I had a fabulous weekend. What made it so effing fabulous? The company I kept and how we spent our time. Saturday night I went to a party where there was a good band, two incredible bond fires (trust me, it was c-c-c-old), lots of fun people and a starry, starry sky. Fun City. But the best part of the weekend was Sunday morning, lazing around with a strong cup of joe in a house with a beautiful bayou view and no hurry to get out and get somewhere or do something. We talked, ate scrambled eggs, did a walkabout of the yard and landscaping, then eventually cleaned up and headed to a local arts fest. But not before I sprawled on the deck and soaked up a few minutes of early March sun.