it was warm last night, and i stood out on the porch in my socks.
it smells good when i go outside ... and the breezes that pass through the house carry the good earthy somewhat-moist scent instead of a bone aching chill.
soon i'll be missing my winter coat instead of being so tired of having to put it on. i'm looking forward to my spring jackets and open toe shoes.
i enjoy having winter when it means we get to have such a jubilant spring.
today i'm trying to refuse turning on the tv. so far it is working ... this morning brandon and i sat together in the living room, me painting, him reading a book about irvington. it was nice to sit together without hearing the sounds of the morning news or bad talk shows.
instead of tv, i'm listening to a autobiography of and read by steve martin, and painting my heart out.
so far today is really good.