Briscoe is at the salon today, getting her hair did. Her hair was getting so long I was starting to feel neglectful. I can’t wait to pick her up so Bobby can have a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
I’ve been getting some awesome blog love from Betsy and Molly, my sweet Atlanta friends who I never get to see. But I was lucky enough to see BOTH of them this past week. It’s amazing how long you can go without catching up with the important people in your life. Actually, it’s amazing how fast time goes by and how quickly life seems to happen.
Speaking of which, I’m really happy that the time changed last weekend and the daylight last an hour longer every day from now on until the fall. I love spring, and I love summer, and I’m excited. Also, I’m starting a new job on Monday! It’s time for new beginnings, and I’m ready for a new challenge. Until Monday, I’m working on getting my life put together and cleaning my house for the Masters! Did you hear that Tiger is going to make it this year? I don’t know how I feel about it – it’s going to bring a lot more hype to the week, which can be fun, but it can also make everything more difficult for us local people. But the golf traffic signs are up and the flowers are starting to bloom!
First the red buds were blooming, then the Japanese magnolias and now the Carolina jasmine and the blue star onion flowers have started to bloom and it’s only going to get better from here!
Soon the cherries and the dogwood and the azaleas and wisteria and the whole world will be covered in flowers and everything will smell wonderful! I can’t wait.
Of course, all this talk of warm weather and flowers blooming ignores the reality of pollen and allergies and bugs. After playing tennis outside last night in Waynesboro I was violently reminded of the reality of pollen and bugs. I think the flowers and the pretty weather are worth it.
Happy Tuesday!
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
Chuckie! I have been trying to tell myself that allergies are all mental, but I’m not so sure. After days of cleaning out basements and attics and stirring up all sorts of dust, I’m questioning this theory… or maybe I’m just not that mentally tough.