Just when you think about selling your house and moving to Yuma, Arizona, the sunniest place on earth, the crocuses bloom and poof, just like that you are headed outside to pull weeds. It’s been a long winter. Yes, it has. Sitting on my place on the love seat I can see the tree in front of our house starting the tiniest buds of green. You have to really look but they are there.
This morning my husband and I went and looked at paint samples. Now, let me be honest. They are all the same to me. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet. Black. White. Fortunately there was a lovely young woman there named Nyomi that was cute as a button that helped us decide. We chatted about the unusual spelling of her name and her creative mom. She told me that her mom is amazing and very different. Well, Nyomi’s mom. You raised a great woman. Yes, you did.
Do you know where my husband is right now? He has gone to pick up some lumber that he saw thrown into the bushes by the side of the road. I have married my father. My dad does that. If he sees something free on the side of the road he will pick it up. Used to drive my mom crazy. My dad was and still is a pack rat. My husband, not so much but he does love a bargain. He is going to use this free lumber to make another raised garden which I think is a great idea.
This is how close Norbert is sitting to me right now. I do love the beast.