♫ Come into the garden it's a beautiful sunny day ♫
As I took my morning stroll through the garden, that song popped into my head. It was one I remember hearing on Mr. Rogers show many years ago when my boys used to watch it.
Spring continues to unfold here in North Carolina.
It seems a daily stroll around the garden is necessary in order to not miss any of the action. I watched for days as the tulip buds grew plump. It's a good thing I got out there on the day they opened as they only lasted a day or two due to our high temperatures at the time.
With all of the heavy and sad news that has settled on our country this week, it has been a welcome reprieve to spend time with nature.
I've made it a policy to not discuss politics here and I won't, but I must admit yesterday I was tempted.
Have no fear, the happy homemaking will continue and the political rants will not happen. Just makes me feel better to let a bit of steam escape ;-).
Moving right along (and changing the subject), I was talking to my soon to be 27 year old son the other day and he was telling me how he couldn't believe he was going to be so old. I asked him if he'd like to trade ages with me. He just flashed me a cute little grin
When I think about the age I'll be turning tomorrow ... well, I'd just as soon not be reminded. But it seems like everywhere I go it's staring me in the face.
How did I get here so fast?