It is beautiful here and my yard is abloom and I just want to sit on my deck and soak up all the bad UV rays while snacking on strawberries on chardonnay.
Instead, I dutifully apply sunscreen and put on a hat, then sit on my deck drinking coffee and reading G. H. Lewes: An Unconventional Victorian. Because scholarly biographies are FUN! (Actually G. H. Lewes is really awesome and he was with George Eliot in an open but monogamous relationship while his legal wife was living with his best friend and Lewes and Eliot were both brilliant and fascinating people so it is not like reading his biography is a hardship.)
Anyway, when I'm not reading, I'm gazing around my yard and looking at all these lovelies:





I remember when, a very long time ago, I had a house. It had a yard. There were flowers. Now, I water the flowers of my Mother and Father. I live with them.
ReplyDeletelol. hey, it's ok. you're still like seven whole months away from 30 so there's no shame in living with your mom and dad.
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