The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

I can’t get enough of this season. Except, well, the tree pollen that has turned my sinuses into twin rocks. And the seniors who are ready to bust out of the school like a boil getting ready to burst.

I’m staring out the window at school all day. I want to play in the dirt and ride my bike and drink coffee on my sun porch and go for mid-morning runs.

I’ve watched our forsythia and rhododendron bloom and begin to drop, and now, now our apple trees are in bloom! Our driveway is covered in petals and I sigh every time I walk out the door. Lavender lilacs, bright pink and glossy green rhododendron, brilliant yellow forsythia, fuchsia and snow white crab apple blossoms. It’s too much. I walked the dogs tonight and kept taking long, deep breaths of the heady, verdant air.

I have a visual list for you this week. The good, bad and ugly of what’s going on ’round here.

 

The Good

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crab apple blossoms

crab apple tree - looking up

crab apple tree – looking up

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driveway

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driveway II

BASEBALL SEASON

BASEBALL SEASON

 

my new toy

my new toy

 

walks with Sam and Bella (Sam was rolling in the ditch and missed the pic)

walks with Sam and Bella (Sam was rolling in the ditch and missed the pic)

 

Colby's spring concert. Look for the tall blondie.

Colby’s spring concert. Look for the tall blondie.

 

the new improved compost pile

the new improved compost pile

 

The Bad

 

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one of many windows in need of replacement

Picture this, finished, on September 7th . . .

Picture this, finished, on September 7th . . .

The Ugly

 

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Sigh. You can't win every battle. See: Dump Mower and Big Chev

Sigh. You can’t win every battle. See: Dump Mower and Big Chev

 

Goodbye, blue pool. I will drive the two miles to the lake this year.

Goodbye, blue pool. I will drive the two miles to the lake this year.

 

Lots of good stuff going on, but also lots of work. This whole wedding planning thing turned out to be a bigger job than I anticipated. I’m dealing insofar as I’ve stopped sobbing “but it looks like shiiiiiiiiit. hiccup. it’s just one big awful fucking mess. hiccup. there are HOLES in the walllllllll. hiccup”. I’ve chosen the path of cautious optimism, and am going with a “everything will turn out” mantra.

Happy Monday, all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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