Sixty five degrees, cloudless sky...
I found popcorn popping on my plum tree!


Though likely premature, I find myself with spring fever, madly plunking flowers in dirt, sitting in the sun in my sundress and flip flops and trying to ignore the goosebumps on my skin. I was reminiscing the other day about August dry heat and mentioned that I miss the State Fair. The State Fair represents almost inescapable heat, on black asphalt, with crowds gathering under misters -- and I can't wait for it. *Sigh.*