Woke up from sweet dreams this morning. Had coffee, kitty time, and raisin bran on the couch. The sun was bright, the birds were makin’ noise. I went for a run, and butterflies popped out from the plants at my feet with every step—I felt like Snow White.
And the flowers, the flowers, the flowers. Jesus Christ, I love them. The vase of daffodils and Easter lilies on my kitchen table (thanks Mom). The thick, browning camellias that litter the ground. The purple dealies next to my front porch. The red, and gold, and yellow poppies.
I’m new to all this.
Jesus Christ, I would not trade it for anything.