Welcome back to Romance Writers Weekly. It's been awhile since I've joined in on the weekly blog hop, so just to refresh your memory on how this works:
I answer the weekly question then post the link at the end of my blog to the next blog on the hop. You'll find the link to the next blog at the end of their blog, and so forth and so on. :)
With Spring being only a day away I've asked the authors of Romance Writers Weekly to share with all of you their favorite thing about springtime.
Check out my response below and then a special surprise for you from the amazing author, A.S. Fenichel before you link over to her blog to find out what she loves best about springtime :)
I answer the weekly question then post the link at the end of my blog to the next blog on the hop. You'll find the link to the next blog at the end of their blog, and so forth and so on. :)
With Spring being only a day away I've asked the authors of Romance Writers Weekly to share with all of you their favorite thing about springtime.
Check out my response below and then a special surprise for you from the amazing author, A.S. Fenichel before you link over to her blog to find out what she loves best about springtime :)
Ahhhh, what can I say about springtime :) There is so many things I adore about spring.
I love the lilacs that bloom out front every year. The signs of life returning after a long winter's nap, with the budding of the trees, the first signs of spring flowers shooting up through the earth, the return of sunshine filled days and warmer nights.
It will be time to get the bikes out once again. Riding through this little town either by myself or with hubby and the grandchildren. Definitely one of my favorite pasttimes.
Then of course clothes on the clothesline. There is nothing sweeter than climbing into bed beneath the fragrant scent of line dried sheets and blankets.
Opening up the windows and doors and letting the fresh air into the house. Enjoying the breeze of the day and even the night.
I adore planting the flowers and vegetables for the up and coming season. The earth between my fingers and toes. The earthy scent of nature filling my soul once again.
I love walking through the woods with my sister. Watching the wildflowers spring to life once again. Watching the changes that come quickly as the weather changes from cold to warm.
I would have to say there isn't much I don't like about springtime :) It reminds me that I am back in the land of the living after a long winter here in small town U.S.A. Where life can be as simple as you wish it to be :)
That's it for me, now let's hop on over and see what A.S. Fenichel has in store for us, shall we???
I love the lilacs that bloom out front every year. The signs of life returning after a long winter's nap, with the budding of the trees, the first signs of spring flowers shooting up through the earth, the return of sunshine filled days and warmer nights.
It will be time to get the bikes out once again. Riding through this little town either by myself or with hubby and the grandchildren. Definitely one of my favorite pasttimes.
Then of course clothes on the clothesline. There is nothing sweeter than climbing into bed beneath the fragrant scent of line dried sheets and blankets.
Opening up the windows and doors and letting the fresh air into the house. Enjoying the breeze of the day and even the night.
I adore planting the flowers and vegetables for the up and coming season. The earth between my fingers and toes. The earthy scent of nature filling my soul once again.
I love walking through the woods with my sister. Watching the wildflowers spring to life once again. Watching the changes that come quickly as the weather changes from cold to warm.
I would have to say there isn't much I don't like about springtime :) It reminds me that I am back in the land of the living after a long winter here in small town U.S.A. Where life can be as simple as you wish it to be :)
That's it for me, now let's hop on over and see what A.S. Fenichel has in store for us, shall we???
Up next is A.S. Fenichel but before you head over to her page to see what her favorite thing about springtime is, check out her new book releasing today!!!
Here's a little blurb:
Can a broken engagement ignite the spark of true love?
Sylvia Dowder had almost made it to the altar when her fiancé unexpectedly became a viscount, and dropped her like a stale crumpet to make a more “suitable” match. Though Sylvia’s heart has been crushed, her spirit has not. She puts her wits and social savvy to use as a secret gossip columnist—and as the Everton Domestic Society’s party planner to the ton. Luckily, she’s not in danger of ever falling for an aristocrat again…
Especially not one like Anthony Braighton, Earl of Grafton. Raised in America, Anthony sees no reason to marry when he can enjoy all the perks of being an eligible earl. Determined to convince his family he doesn’t need a wife, he hires Sylvia to act as hostess and decorator for upcoming parties. Yet Sylvia is as adept at captivating his interest as she is at beautifying his home. And despite this Everton lady’s aversion to titled men, some attractions can’t be denied—and love rarely does go where it’s told . . .
Here's a little blurb:
Can a broken engagement ignite the spark of true love?
Sylvia Dowder had almost made it to the altar when her fiancé unexpectedly became a viscount, and dropped her like a stale crumpet to make a more “suitable” match. Though Sylvia’s heart has been crushed, her spirit has not. She puts her wits and social savvy to use as a secret gossip columnist—and as the Everton Domestic Society’s party planner to the ton. Luckily, she’s not in danger of ever falling for an aristocrat again…
Especially not one like Anthony Braighton, Earl of Grafton. Raised in America, Anthony sees no reason to marry when he can enjoy all the perks of being an eligible earl. Determined to convince his family he doesn’t need a wife, he hires Sylvia to act as hostess and decorator for upcoming parties. Yet Sylvia is as adept at captivating his interest as she is at beautifying his home. And despite this Everton lady’s aversion to titled men, some attractions can’t be denied—and love rarely does go where it’s told . . .