Spring unrolled itself like a carpet at our feet as we headed south last week. By the time we reached the Ozarks, we were surrounded by an embarrassment of green and showers of yellow pollen.
Just what we were craving.
Thank you Kris and Chase for your threadingwater contributions. Chase, you dog, I know how you love sport, so I just have to tell you that Bob Costas totally wants to be YOU – same color fur and he's just about as tall. [ Ask me how I know!]
And, Kris – you panty-less plasterer – can't wait to hear about your next home improvement/marriage-by-trial project. May I recommend a kitchen re-do? I mean, c'mon, do you want to put it to the real test or not?
Last week, the livin' was easy and filled with the gift of time – unmeasured, unstructured, generous time.
Time to read this.
Time for refrigerator poetry.
Time to teach myself a new craft.
Time to hike and paddle a river. Time with family. Time with Greatest Husband. Time without the constant bombardment of news, or the Internet, or email.
It was sweet. It was then.
Until next time . . .