#second tries

A sunflower instead of the roses, and Harry in shorts, in sandals, in his smile, glinting from dimple to dark-lidded eyes. Makeup? unclear. Would have to determine later, a long inquisitive lick: where have you been and what did you do before you were here in my arms.

Technically it’s a first date. For the second time. They don’t argue semantics: hand in hand to the garden, heels clicking. It was winter back then, roses and heavy jackets, heavy sighs. Now a sunflower, golden-lit smile twinkling.

Might even go well this time. Dimples and dark-lidded eyes, looking up, looking bright.

Chocolate on Chocolate Pecan Avalanche Cake: I am making this three layer dream for a young fellow in the youth group. He needed someone to bake a cake for him for the annual cake auction tomorrow night, so I volunteered. Three layers of dark chocolate cake, hiding in a blanket of chocolate butter cream icing and a tumble of honey pralines cascading over the top. Well, it should have pralines… My…