springtime in new england—the days warm as the weeks go by. the nights remain cool with breezes perfumed by beach rose & lilacs. while the world spins out of control, you quietly sit on the porch, shaded from the sun, reading a favorite novel and listening to honeybees buzzing—the first scouts of the season checking out yr newly blooming garden. the days grow longer and the birds have all returned from their winter homes. gentle waves lap over rocks, fluffy clouds drift by in a cerulean sky, and there's nowhere to go, nothing to be. THE IDLE HOUR will fill yr home with the scent of a warm, lazy, spring day. yr only responsibility is to watch the sweat bead down the side of yr glass & melt into the haze.