It feels good to be productive. I've been at work since 8 and have gotten quite a bit done already. I'm going to take a quick ride to get a cup of coffee, then back for more.
I missed the lilacs again. Every year I say I am going to cut some to put on the windowsil next to my bed. I watch the branches as they start to grow, bud, then flower. Then I turn around and see that the blossoms have already turned brown. Every year. Some day... I still have a chance for wild roses this year.
James says I am finding my blog voice, but that I could use more proof reading. I told him that's how I am keeping it real, yo.