Glorious Jingles and Weeds

[primsong]

Stepped out on my deck this morning to breathe in the sunshine and birdsong and (as always) ended up spotting (gasp) weeds in my iris beds. The cheek! Had to do one of my very favorite things (okay, prod me and bribe me here) and promptly pad out into the luscious greenery barefoot, wade into a pool of iris, forget-me-not and bluebells to pull up the weedy grasses that had mistakenly thought themselves safe enough to dare raise their heads above the level of the rest. Discovered plenty of their lower brethren and was soon happily down among the fragrant, soft greenery with wads of velvety weedery in my hands and the scent of the morning earth around me.

There was a whirring sound and a hummingbird came down and examined me fairly closely - probably because I was wearing sparkly silver and bright purple because I'm heading out to a bellydance show now - not to dance, heavens no, but to go wild among all the vendors. Well, mildly wild. Only as teensily wild as my wallet allows, which is to say mostly coveting and exclaiming over things. Hoping to come home with at least one new and shiny item of fluffiness. :-)

And last night I got to see everloyal singing solo with her college jazz choir backing her up and she was amazing and I am still in a cloud of parental-proudness, and we have lemon poppyseed cake for breakfast. What a lovely day! Hope it is as well for the rest of you.

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[primsong.livejournal.com]

Isn't that the truth? She's a music major and even in an apartment over in Portland, which took some getting used to. We miss having her here, but it's so nice to see her so happy. :-) I was wondering how things are going for you up there, nice to hear from you!