… on me.
These lilacs just never get old for me. Never evah.
It seems silly to be counting the days until spring, when we haven’t really had Canadian winter in my neck of Canadaland.
But I am.
Not that I don’t love four-season living. It’s just…
Pining for seeds and soil and garden boots.
Okay, mine are out all year round for Golden poop patrol. Just keepin’ it real.
And windows open and fresh tomatoes on the vine and tender peas climbing the chicken wire trellis and…
Flirty skirts and open-toed shoes — begone thick socks of winter! — and ponytails.
And that first taste of gelato.
Get the picture?
Something’s got a hold on me, Ms. Etta.
Must be love.
Then again, it might be Monday.
Sometimes, I like to keep it short and sweet.
And Monday is in the house.
Dream a little, y’all.