Temporary Housewife

And she isn't like what we all expected, right?  Right.  It was very much like the tide this "spring", with winter coming and going and leaving little crocuses in its wake.   The other day, last Friday in fact, I was feeling like Spring is the equivalent of a fickle friend, a mysterious Springtime Goddess.  Always at least 20 minutes late to everything and just when you are about to gather your stuff to leave, She sweeps in like a slow motion capture of a supermodel, Her hair catching the breeze at just the right moment that makes you wonder where the wind is coming from before your breath is taken away by the sparkle in Her eye, that skin that makes you use alabaster in a sentence which you never do, and the chic outfit perfectly made for Her body.  AND She calls out Darling and you smile brightly, the annoyance forgotten in the glowing presence of your bestie, Springtime Herself.  You sit for brunch and gossip and catch up over mimosas, coffees, and beniets and bef

'Twas the dawn of a Wednesday, when all thro' the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The coffee stood ready in the kitchen with care, In hopes that I would wake up and put grounds in there. Our child was nestled all snug in her bed, While visions of bunnies danced in her head And Dave in his sleep pants and I in my shirt Were dead sound asleep, lying quite inert. When down the stairs there arose such a clatter, We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the stairs Dave flew like The Flash, With me close behind, as I’m slow with my dash. Not actually Dave The child was screaming bloody murder and he called out her name “Gracie, where are you!?” Dave bellowed, preparing to maim Any such person who dared hurt his wee dame. Also: not actually Dave When, what to my wondering eyes should behold, But our very own child, confused by the ruckus and a little bit cold. She was tucked in her bed, just as I

In an effort to cut down on All The Blogs, I'm moving my gardening daydreams from an old blog to this blog for your reading enjoyment. You're welcome. As we all are mentally aware, it is indeed spring, regardless of Mother Nature going completely ape all over the country.  My dear friend down in Virginia?  Snowing earlier this week and broadcast of 80's by week end.  Here?  Snow Monday, 60's on Thursday.  Up by my parents' home, in the vast wilderness of northern Wisconsin?  A foot of snow.  It'll probably stick around until June because, you know, it's northern Wisconsin. However, I am not there.  I am here, southeastern Wisconsin.  Despite the April snow showers, I see signs of spring everywhere.  Song birds aplenty, trees showing their buds, and the spring bulbs pokin' up their heads through the dirt.  My crocuses are even up! Squint.  They are there. Do you know what that means? I get to bring out my brown thumb, usually reserved for