Half of the dogwood tree in my backyard has sprouted its tiny flower blooms. I expect that by next Monday's report, the rest of the tree will get in on the blooming action.
I love the way these blooms look so delicate even though I know dogwood is a lot stronger than it seems. That element of spring ---- the appearance of delicacy but an undergirding of strength ---- is part of the great charm of season and yet another reason to welcome spring.
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.