By now, the national media has dissected our recent heat wave and all the gloomy projections about what it all means have taken their toll. So as much as I am enjoying the early spring, I know that it's not a good thing. But it's still lovely in my backyard and the dogwood is coming along nicely.
A hard freeze is forecast for tonight and that will be troublesome for many of the spring blooms. I can cover up the flowers on the ground, but the trees will be out there on their own. The dogwood blooms looks awfully delicate; here's hoping that they are tougher than they look.
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.