Spring has officially arrived, and you know what that means. I’m back with another amazing gardening tip, some cool decorating pics and a blog hop list crammed full of fun and prizes.
If you follow me, you know that I live overseas, so various towns and villages celebrated Snowman Burning Day–the torching of a large straw snowman–to herald in the Spring Equinox. I have no pics because the thought of setting something large on fire seems inconsistent with gardening, so you’ll have to take my word for it.
Meanwhile, I was busy decorating some antiques I picked up just in time to entice Mother Nature to show off her pretty dresses. While I love to garden, I sometimes get stuck on how to display my blooms indoors. At least, I did until I started visiting various Pinterest pages and discovered I can transform pretty much anything into something that cradles a few flowers.
For example, why not use a vintage beer crate gussied up with bottles of single stems for Spring, or an old berry crate. It’s amazing what cleaning, treating the wood and a simple waxing can do to elevate the style of simple pieces. Adorned with flowers and candles, and….why not?? Right? I was sold! And yes, my wallet took a tiny hit, too.
Here’s a pic of my berry crate with a few treasures tucked inside, and the beer crates (and Daniel, the nice German guy who carted all my stuff to the car!). Aren’t they beautiful? Even old galvanized olive buckets (mhmm, snagged one too!) can be a home for wildflowers or dried lavender bundles.
Aren’t they adorable? So, scout your house or garden for any potential treasures and show off your Spring blossoms (without burning any snowmen).
Speaking of Spring, I’ve recently set my series starter One and a Half Regrets to free, so you can dive in and take a heartwarming romance break now that winter is officially at an end. I love for everyone to win, so if you’re here–you can one-click this universal link to grab it from the book retailer of your choice.
If you subscribe to my newsletter, you know I’ve just released Book 5 in the Love by the Numbers sweet series. I’m SOO excited about this magical romance. What’s spring without a wedding, what’s a wedding without a wild animal attack, and what’s a blog hop without a fun little contest? So, up for grabs is a stuffed plush coatimundi (yes, a critter to go with your blooms!) and a copy of Book 5 in my Love by the Numbers series, FIVE DAYS IN PARADISE.
Here’s a little bit from FIVE DAYS IN PARADISE:
I knew it. Knew his stubbornness was born from resentment.
“This isn’t about who’s getting married,” I protest. My career practically depends on me executing this wedding to perfection, and I damn sure can’t do it with some trashy rock band screeching up the joint. “It’s about me.”
He pauses. “No. Not even for you, Lise.”
“Gah!” I fling my hands in the air, bashing one accidentally into his sideview mirror. It rattles but stays attached to the car. My hand is stinging almost as much as my injured pride. I cradle my bruise, relishing the pain, because it reminds me of what comes of tangling with Nick DeSilva. No matter how handsome the package or fulsome the promises, in the end there’s nothing inside.
“That sounded painful. Did you hurt yourself? Is anything broken?” He takes my throbbing hand in his, checking for injuries.
Broken? Only my heart. My dreams. My plans to move forward with my life.
“You are the most obnoxious, self-centered, egotistical… I hate you, Nicholas DeSilva. I really do.” And damn me, I’m crying now. Tears spill down my cheeks. I no longer cry when I’m sad. The tears only come when I’m burning hot mad, like now–the moment I realize that once again I need him and he can’t be bothered to lift a finger.
Our hands drop, but he doesn’t let go. He’s too close, crowding me with his familiar presence and his glittering dark eyes. “Well, I don’t hate you, Lise. I thought I did, but I don’t.”
“Get away from me.” I jerk free and push at his chest, but my protest is half-hearted and he knows me so well. Something in his eyes flickers and changes. They’re no longer like polished obsidian. More like hot tar on the summer asphalt.
“I don’t hate you,” he repeats like he’s trying to convince himself. “In fact, I…” He shakes his head, unable to say more. His hands cup my face, and all the breath in my lungs leaks out.
He’s going to kiss me. It’s the last rational thought I have before his warm, sweet mouth covers mine.
Hope you enjoyed this post and don’t forget to COMMENT on each Authors in Bloom blog post to be entered for the Blog Hop grand prize–a Kindle Fire or Nook (winner’s choice) along with a 2nd prize $25 gift card! Only those visitors who visit EACH and EVERY stop are eligible for the grand prize ereader and gift card. Eligibility will be verified by hop’s end. Also, leave your contact email in the comment section, or we have no way to contact you if you win. Fingers crossed!!
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