(Photo by Steve Rawley)

Those flowers look fake, don’t they? And like they’re studded with pearls. Sunday… quiet. Have a superfine week, anyone who still reads this thing!

— wm

My buddy. He lives in the iris patch.

(Photos by Steve Rawley)

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

My garden buddy.

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

My son, talking about his late, great-granny’s funeral: “It was the best ever.”

Why’s that?

“We had donuts!”

Steve: “And up in heaven, Margie is smiling.”

We like sweets.

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

that’s all.

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

We’re on spring break this week… happy!!!

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

Here’s my cat, waiting for the bird to fly back into his mouth. Steve took it away, mean guy that he is. (We think it lived.) (Dang cat.)

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

I got this note from my husband last week, as the kids and I were heading out to dinner and the movies:

love you back, see you later, enjoy the show and please keep hands and arms inside until the ride comes to a complete stop.

And that kind of sums up our whole marriage. (big smile.)

May 9th will be the 16th anniversary of our first date; one of our kids turns 11 (elevenyearsold!!!!) next month; the other one turns 14 (fourteen!!!) in September; 15 years of marriage for us right after her birthday; “the sun is up/the sun is shining/the yellow sun/is over the house” — Dr. Seuss; baby, it’s spring again; and love… love was long overdue, and I’m glad it showed up when it did.

xoxoxoxo

wm

ps that was a song my friend wrote, a long time ago: “Love is Long… Overdue.”

(Photo by Steve Rawley)

* busy taking care of kids

* house

* yard

* spring is almost here!!!!! hello, narcissus, i love you.

* cooking

* paying bills

* going for walks

* watching movies

* working

* but not blogging much.

What’s up with you?

me