I see pics of the East Coast and I'm like: f*** man, that looks cold. But it also looks beautiful. My 4-year-old asked me if we could go to the snow someday.... Hmmmm. Don't know. Not today.
Today there was our life. Pink flowers falling into the coop.
I'm living with greasy hair (we ran out of shampoo).
I'm the girl with 3 year old mascara and I should really trim my eyebrows. (Some girls never run out of shampoo.)
I'm the girl looking around the yard seeing everything I need to do and also admiring what we have.
I'm looking in the mirror, going: Come on. Who the hell cares if I have a few lines on my face.
It's natural. Petals unfurl. Petals take your breath away. Petals loosen. Petals fall.
I'm just living. Walking the dog. Feeling I should do it more often (they say exercise is good for you.)
I'm off to have a glass of wine, get dinner going with The Brad.
The days pass by into Spring.
Soon it will be deeper Spring.
I'll be planting the tomato seedlings.
I'll be hoping the soil is good.
xo
