Last week tried to beat me up somethin’ good. There were break ups, office dramatics, sick friends, bad news, worse news and a dog that was just ADR (that’s an abbreviation for a technical term commonly used in the veterinary medicine world which means “ain’t doin’ right.” No really, it is). And that was just within my little space of the planet.
Rather than bore myself and nearly a dozen others with my stories of woe, however, I’d rather take you on a walk through Spring.
Growing up, I was the kid that always drew pictures of my house. Some days, it looked Victorian, some days very modern and some days it was clear I was going to grow up and move into Barbie’s Dream House. As time passed, I stopped drawing pictures and just started going around town and picking out my house. There was always this wonderful neighborhood with houses no one I knew could afford that I’d go back and visit time and again. It was obvious, though, that this ‘hood and money and the money was old.
A couple days ago, while walking with a friend, we came upon these streets again. This time, though, it wasn’t the beautiful homes that took my attention but rather, the way each of them was surrounded by Spring.
Picket fences are always that much better with tulips.
Lots and lots of tulips.
And daffodils.
(That’s what these are, right?)
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And something else cute that probably has a fairy tale name that I don’t know but it sure was fun to play with the image in Photoshop.
Though I drew houses as a kid, I never was one of those girls that got into the whole planning of my future wedding business. While I’ll leave that whole story for another day, I will say that aren’t these the most gorgeous flowers and wouldn’t they be great at a wedding?
And more tulips, which I never tire of seeing.
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Lest you think this neighborhood is all full of beauty and perfection with pink houses and little Pollyanna families filling each and every one of them, I give you a warning sign:
Truth is, I’d put this in my yard in a second.
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The other day, I mentioned having some homemade rum which several of you asked about. I find it both exciting and a little frightening that I received more emails on this than almost anything else, ever. I’m sorry to report that though I enjoyed it, I really have no further detail. I know there’s molasses, sugar, brown sugar and water involved. Then, fermentation. Then, running it through a still (which, as I found out today, is not sold at Home Depot. I think that is a rip because what would a still be considered if not home improvement?), maybe more than once. I’m not entirely sure.
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Then, I guess you just bottle it so that you may randomly place it on the desks of coworkers on a Wednesday morning. Which, by the way, would normally be just fine but to do it in a week when office stress is at an all-time high, giving someone liquor that they cannot open or consume at work (or probably have on the premises, come to think of it) is just mean. It did motivate me to call some friends over for “emergency rum tasting” though, and that’s never a bad thing.