Yesterday was a late one at the sawmill so I stayed up late and slept in. I kept dreaming that I couldn't find my car which was disturbing. It may be old and ratty but it's all I've got! I think I'm afraid it's just gonna' give up the ghost and then I'll be really screwed. One day at a time.
I miss my family, especially BG. She's happy with life and in a good place but our work schedules don't often mesh for visits. Plus, she has no ride so it's on me and the trusty Camry. Every time I hit 412 I pray for safe travel. I now wear my seat belt ALL the time thanks to two over eager troopers and the threat of a 50 buck fine for next offense. I guess they made their point.
It is Daddy that I think of most at this time of the year. We used to walk our respecdtive yards together to see what was poking up out of the earth. There's some kind of ornamental flowering tree up by the pond near the by-pass right behind the beaver dam. I've watched those delicate white blooms appear for many many years in my travels up and down the road. Today I paused to take a picture.
That cold spell did a number on the garden even though it was covered. Hostas are up. There are no tulips due to varmints. Except for narcissus and grape hyacinth the show is pretty much over until iris time. The azaleas are not looking at all well except for a random bloom. Crepe myrtles are out of control except for the one Big John and Little Sharry gave me for my 40th birthday. There are two dogwoods in the yard that I dug up MYSELF out of the ditch down the road and they are huge. I miss having the physical stamina to do that sort of thing. And the time.
Y'all enjoy the day. I'll be here doing laundry and attempting to clean the nasty ass house. It looks much better, but still shows that I have adult ADD.