The weather this week has been amazing - reaching into the 80s, with a gentle breeze. Perfect porch-sittin' weather. You better believe I've taken full advantage, sitting in my plastic Adirondack, drinking Busch Light from a can with a St. George Island coozy my Momma brought back from Florida last year, smoking Marlboro 72s, looking up occasionally from my Christian Romance novel to make sure Finn hasn't slipped his lead again. Lovely Spring afternoons.
The flowering trees are full of flowers, and as I do every Spring, I desperately wish we owned a house with a mature Magnolia. Oh, I love them so! I told Jimi that if he ever wanted to get me an awesome birthday gift, a Magnolia or a weeping cherry would be a lovely surprise. He responded that obviously he can't do it this year, because it wouldn't be much of a surprise. Whatever. We do have a Japanese Maple, and an ornamental cherry, and they're both gorgeous, but still...I covet that which I do not have. At least lots of neighbors have them; I can still enjoy the beauty.
I feel like I have a lot of thoughts and not enough words. So many things in my head - work, politics, family, friends. I feel intimidated at the idea of trying to sort it all out, to make sense of this jumble that bangs around. I have so much to say, I just don't remember how to sit down and let it all pour out.