In the meantime, I've been buying up 69 cent primroses at one of the little grocers we frequent. Can't help it. Bright, fresh, fragrant.
These little potted gems of sunshine promise? They are located at our front door on a little garden bench. "Welcome to All, SpRing is on it's way!" they say.
A certain little person likes to bring one inside each time we enter the house, "Oh, pwiddy-" she exclaims, "Thank you, Awisen!" she says confidently.
... Understanding her instinctive panache for flowers this time of year, I accommodate by ruling they could only go on the table; kitchen or coffee. No worries, it's all good. So just muddy dirt crumbs remain after I place them back as the trophies they are -outside.
This becomes routine, happily enough and time passes.
I tuck the laundry away one regular morning as I go about doing my homey duties.
And, dear friends, I found out just how "SpRingY" Spring can be!
I give you, My Underwear Drawer:
My whities, tilled, planted, and blooming.
Happy Spring to all, and God bless us, everyone!
1 comment:
haha who doesnt love spring ambassadors, even if its in your undie drawer.
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