For the next few weeks, Monday has been given over to pictures of my dogwood tree, whose limbs are beginning the seasonal transition that I love so much. In the meantime, after days of cold grey skies we were treated to sunlight yesterday afternoon and again today. It's still quite cold, with temps in the 40s and a stiff breeze to remind me that the first day of Spring happens in March and follows the last day of Winter. Even so, it is finally Spring and March cannot last forever. To celebrate, I am declaring Wednesdays to be Tulip Wednesdays.
Monday's snow and sleet has melted and these blooms are on their way.
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.