The latter part of March is here. It brings with it a sense of urgency to finish the odd jobs I've started in the house and garage.
That too large yard, is calling my name—flower beds are being strangled by dandelions. And a tiny purple flower, appearing so sweet, is in reality an insidious weed bent on taking over before I can finish up indoors, and get a handle on things in the yard.
It seems to get harder each year...
And, all I really want to do is caress the keys of my laptop and frolic with my 'made-up people.'
Oh well, I remind myself, winter will be back before I can say to one of my special keypad friends, I'll fly you to Paris..."