Not much time

I don't have much time today to blog....it is a crazy one. But I just wanted to comment on the gorgeous weather outdoors and persuade you to leave your cubicle, house, car, whatever and just GET OUT IN IT.

The cookout season is upon us....we are preparing for a big one tonight here at the house with our home group. Is anyone else plagued with those little worm-looking pollen spores that fall off of oak trees (I think it's the oak tree)? Wow. Those things look like mounds of caterpillars plopped all over the place (sorry for the disgusting imagery).

I enjoyed a wonderful walk this morning, and I happened upon so many retirees out in their yards, tending to their azaleas or raking up the last of the decaying leaves from the fall.

The smells of the azaleas take me right back to Easter Sundays at Grandma and Grandpa's....where mom and her sisters would prop up us cousins in front of those bee-swarmed bushes to get a quick snapshot or two. We would twist and squirm, squinting in the bright sun, and flinging our Easter baskets around till candy was propelled in all directions.

When summer came around, those bushes would serve as the walls to our fortress (or fort, if you will), complete with running water, if we so needed that (nevermind that it was merely the spigot coming out of the brick wall....it was cool, and we thought so, too).

Happy spring, everyone.
:)

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