The most incredible days are upon us.
Sun and breeze and green under our feet.
Chamomile sprouting up through the dirt, tickling feet as we hang laundry.
Golden hour illuminating Miley like an angel.
Wonderful days, these early spring days.
I was gifted gobs of beautiful flowers in such wonderful shades.
And we've had overflowing glasses of the most sweet fresh homegrown orange juice ever.
My sidekick was so adorable I had to grab my camera and take some snaps.
Peeking through fresh sheets.
Hanging out in that gorgeous light with me.
Matty behind us watching, monitoring his land.
Miles my big baby, playing games as usual.
He steals anything cardboard.
Paper towel rolls and toilet paper rolls are his fave.
He sniffs them out and runs away with them, amusing me so.
Love this boy.
I wish I could bottle the air and sun swirl.
Cool air, warm light.
And now I'm back to dreaming of swirling paint too.
All shades of pink.
Fuchsia, magenta, candy pink, baby pink, hot pink.
Taking too many pics of the same flowers.
Big fat roses bobbing around.
Pink pink pink.
And baby's breath for that perfect vintage measure.
Flowers and pinks and roses and carnations and gerber daisies.
Making me ever so happy.
Then we go back to our wash line.
Country garden, vegetable garden.
Earth angel, earth angel...
Almost time to start working in the veggie garden.
It will be all above ground this year.
There's a peach tree tucked in there, that grew himself there.
Big and tall.
Garden magic I say.
But for now I madly enjoy these days.
When you live in the land of sun, where it gets so hot in summer, the days like this week has gifted are like gold.
Cool and fresh and beautiful.
Before you have to water and toil in the heat.
Before you beg for rain.
There are these glorious incredible days.
To be savored to the last drop.
I may sound melodramatic, but if you live in a very very hot place you understand.
And so, you truly appreciate the days of open windows.
Cold toes and down comforters.
Late days of February, when bulbs are flowering and sprouts are sprouting.
And all the living things start to think about bursting forth.
My roses have so many beautiful silky fresh leaves.
And buds forming too.
I can't believe it.
It seems like just yesterday it was summer.
I think the universe right now wants me to paint in pinks.
And keep cuddling in the chaise with the pups, as the faint string tunes of the mad hatter waft through the garden.
The skies are clear these nights.
Bursting with stars.
There's curious tales of love and life adventures happening.
And did you hear about the 7 new planets found?
Perhaps warm, perhaps with water?
Endless unknowns out there in the great big universe.
But aren't we lucky to get to be here?
Doing all the wonderful things.
Bubble baths in winter, yes, that's one of my faves, I just remembered.
What's one or three of your favorite life things?
Mine are dogs, bubble baths and flowers.
Things that make me happy day to day.
Dogs & flowers I need.
Well, off I go.
Silly silly sillying along.
And day dreaming too...
Dedicated to my blonde.
Yes I dedicate songs to dogs, don't you?