happy spring

it's one of those days were the sun has come out and everything feels a bit better in the world.

it's one of those days that silly things can make me laugh and i feel slightly giddy at the thought of a three day weekend.

did you know that this is the first spring weekend of the year?  does that make you happy?  it makes me happy...but did you also know easter is next weekend?  eek!  where is the time going? 

on the clothesline are shots from my sweet little fuji instax - i think i need to go buy a flatbed scanner this weekend - isn't it funny how things come full circle.  two years ago i donated a flat bed scanner that i never used anymore...now i want one back.  three years ago i bought a digital camera because i didn't want the expense of film. and now here i go using film again and need a flatbed so i can share the shots.  *shakes head*  everything old is new again...or some such proverb.  just keep me from wearing patchwork suede stacked shoes, mustard yellow hippo printed pants (i begged for that outfit) or a lavender crepe pirate sleeved blouse.  other fashion faux pas include hip-hugger pants that laced in the front and back, a really unfortunate perm that resulted in straight bangs and frizzy hair, and ice blue toe polish.

overnight everything is awakening

suddenly, everything is budding, awakening....opening, beguiling, color is coming back into the world.

the spring lion is trying to roar here with threatened snow (pishhhh, not going to happen)...but i know that our spring is right around the corner.

it's early but these japanese magnolias are making me happy today - even through the cloudy weather.

Pink torture

I get downright giddy with little signs of spring but not as much with the always there allergies that come with it. Of course my entirely stuffed head could also be the product of sleeping with a box fan and the windows open too, just sayin.

The weather is calling for some serious playing but there are so many odds and ends to be done before the movers get here Saturday morning. I'm sure the guys will have big incentive to get things done in a hurry as it's Valentine's Day. I'm not the one for a big mushy VD - I've always felt it was a holiday to make everyone in love feel guilty because they haven't gotten the "right" present and to make anyone not in a relationship feel inadequate. Damn Hallmark.

The only time I really loved the day was when i was a kid and the week before we got to take those white paper sacks (do they make them anymore?) and decorate them with paper doilies and construction paper hearts. Mom would buy the cards which, back then, had to be punched out and then you went through the careful process of who gets what card. We always had the rule (thank goodness) that everyone got cards. But...who wanted to send the yucky boy the "be mine". I still love those old retro cards. If you were lucky, you got the kind that a lollipop was attached. Moms would bring in homebaked cupcakes (not the grocerystore kind) and there was always red punch. The local dairy called their version "Jungle Juice" which different than the orangeade. Yum - I still love that stuff.

I've been guilty of breaking up with someone right before VD because I didn't like him and I didn't want silly presents from him. Tell a girl you want a dozen kids with her and that shakes her up - especially when she's only 16! He turned out to be a stalker. His best move? He had a long stem red rose and a "poem" delivered to me while was I sitting on the front porch with my sweetheart. Oh the drama. Now I just laugh. You know those guys right...the ones that think "poetry" is song lyrics? That only counts for Bob Dylan.

But...all this is really doing is keeping me from packing some more boxes. In the meantime, I've been torturing the tulips I bought to cheer me up.