This was my street almost three weeks ago.
I took this picture this morning (at one of my many, many red light stops... don't worry Rebecca, I was in my car with the window rolled up). All the trees are in bloom, people mow their yards after work, and I wore flip flops while I ate on the back patio again last night.
Now before you envy us southerners too much, I would like to point out that we'll be sweating our butts off in October, still in shorts while trying to carve a pumpkin. It's a give and take. But each March, I'm always so thankful for the upside of our weather. March, April, and May are pure heaven. Then it's 'heat stroke' season. But until then, we live it up down here.
On another note, I realize I probably owe some of you an apology. I started this blog to write about house stuff, and lately Ive fallen off the wagon. The explanation is simple, I've stalled. With a book that seems to be endlessly full of grammar mistakes (they're like little gremlins breeding; each time I find one I hold my hands up and say, "I DID NOT type that!") and the beautiful weather outside; I'm finding mountains of distractions.
I hope to be back on the wagon soon. My little house is poorly neglected, most days I'm lucky to get our towels washed. But yard sale season is upon us, and that always sparks my pilot light. Thanks for bearing with me.