I had a fabulous Spring Break. The 20th came, and then it went. Three years of marking the death of my husband. I didn’t cry, I didn’t have a come-apart or even get a visit from Dr. Lecter. I smiled, I laughed, I laid on the beach and by the pool and ate seafood until I was full and drank so many bushwhackers and bama breezes I got a sugar high. I realized it was time for me, and it was. I bought myself a beautiful bracelet to remind myself that March 20th is no longer a day to be sad, … Continue reading
Hi ! I’m back from spring break, and hit the ground running with projects and chores and times with friends. I’ll be posting tomorrow or so, but until then I’ll leave you with my favorite bathroom art EVER … I just wish I’d had a screwdriver ; p (In case you don’t recognize the photo, it’s Papa aka Ernest Hemingway)
The calendar and I are having one of those “it’s complicated” relationship moments. I am way too excited for spring. For longer days, sunshine, boat rides. And then I remember. I can hardly wait to plant my garden come Good Friday and buy new hibiscus and plants for outside. And then I remember. I’ve begun my indoor spring cleaning ritual and I have plans for this and that and paint here and this do-da there and I’m looking at the organization calendar on my fridge to see what’s next. And then I remember. I’m buying outdoor stuff for my new … Continue reading