I have just spent the morning reading other people's blogs, as I am wont to do. Everybody seems mighty down, and I think they are all sick and not to mention tired of the stupid winter. It's been so long since I've lived somewhere with real winters, I forget what that "Will it ever end?" feeling is really like.
Also? When I was single and still living in Michigan, I always seemed to acquire a new boyfriend in February, so as bleak as that month was, there was always the "Oh! A new boy!" kind of a thrill.
Anyway, I sent good thoughts to everyone who sounded sad today, and spent a minute being grateful that even though we have moved to the smallest town in the universe, at least the weather isn't so bad.
Right after I had that grateful thought, I went to the kitchen to get more coffee, as I am also wont to do, and I thought, "Who painted that pole yellow in the backyard?"
It wasn't yellow paint. It was a daffodil! The poor thing was all alone, poking out of the leaves.
Marvin is at band practice, (yes, he has found a band) so I ran outside with the camera, even tho I am wearing my sheep pajamas and slipper socks. Here's what I found in our yard:
I know I took this in the middle of the day, but it looks like I sneaked out there at midnight or something. Anyway, here is her droopy self. I guess this is a sign I should clean up those leaves out there, eh?
And this! I know it is out of focus. Have I ever mentioned that my father is a professional photographer? But what is this little white flower growing next to the house? It almost looks like lily-of-the-valley, but it's too big. And also, I see the house painters were really careful.
Okay, and also, what are THESE? Again, I have no idea. They are all over the wooded back yard. Some Garden Club member.
I know I've shown you these before, but here are my pretty camellias from outside. Aren't they just so happy? Who knew you'd get all these flowers in February? It is not so bad here.
I don't even have to leave my house to find gay men.
