I recently spent hours online — okay, minutes because I’m blessed with the gift of reading extremely fast — researching the term: “the bluebird of happiness.” We have bluebirds here and most of the definitions I found applied. (Feel free to Google it or “ask Alexa.”) The one above may be an indigo bunting indigenous to
Though it’s not official for a few days, Spring has sprung here. Plants and trees are bursting into bloom anxious to begin the next Season. I don’t mind the head start either. Feels like I’ve been hibernating all winter and it’s time to poke my head out again. Hello! Wherever you are and
Spring is in full bloom and it’s time for another Flowergram! (Can’t tell you how good it felt to wander about at will again, ahhhhh…) I feel like I’ve been playing catch up here forever and a day, but the truth is: there’s no catching up with right now. You’re either in it or you’re not.
Yes, folks, it’s Daylight Saving Time again (or the end of it, when an hour magically “disappears”…) and I’m tellin’ ya, it wreaks havoc on my entire being. This morning I woke up at 4:30 believing it was 4:30 (my favorite time to wake up), only to discover it was 3:30… aarrggh! It’s perfidy, I tell
Trees have a way of teaching, by virtue of their existence. They adapt to life’s storms with stalwart resilience. They stand… until they can’t. . . . A recent TV commercial defined smooth as the “new young” (which was followed by a momentary twinge… and a hearty laugh.) Not knocking it… not scoffing, either. It all depends on the source