It’s finally here. Even though Mother Nature is still throwing the occasional hissy fit, I think Old Man Winter has finally left middle Missouri. My redbud tree was lovely this year, as well as the neighbor’s redbud, which I can see from my back patio. I was excited to find a volunteer redbud tree growing among my lilies. I’ll nurse that one along until it’s old enough to make it’s debut in the yard.
We are in the throws of last-minute preparations for The Golfer’s wedding in Florida….which is also why I’ve been MIA lately in posting and visiting. She’s done the lion’s share of getting everything together. My primary responsibilities were creating the invitation package and making the flower girl dresses. Of course, I added other things to my to-do list plus the sheer amount of packing for 10 days.
It feels nice to have the windows open again. I put up with the pollen dusting on the tables and floors. Since I don’t have seasonal allergies, cleaning it off seems a small price to pay for the fresh air and nature sounds.
the music of open windows.
Playing along with PeaBea’s Sunday scripture.