I’m wearing pink today and cleaning up a frenzy–because it’s spring and I’m happy.
I don’t care who says differently–the calendar, the groundhog–it’s spring and I know it.
My hyacinths are blooming.
It hit 70 degrees yesterday.
We had dandelion greens on our burgers for supper last Saturday.
I’m wearing pink.
So sorry, calendar. So sorry, groundhog. You got it wrong this time.
If you need me, I’ll be upstairs vacuuming the baseboard.