After an especially hard week, I treated myself to a spa pedicure on Friday afternoon. Today, while I sat on the front steps getting ready to put on my yard work shoes and cut the grass, I looked at my feet and realized that my summer flip flop tan line hasn’t faded out completely.
There’s something quite hopeful about such a revelation. In my daydreams of late, I imagine day after day of flip flops and some real time off this summer. Reservations have been made and my packing list is ready. That is a most happy prospect for me to contemplate. In the meantime, April has pink tulips.
Iris blooms.
And lush, green grass to be cut. Here’s to the first mow of the season and to the many more to follow.
