Spring has sprung...

February should not look like this.

Our Meyer Lemon tree is loving all the sunshine.

 In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.  ~Mark Twain

I wonder if he was in Texas when he said that?

The Lady Banks roses are already blooming.

   And the antique roses couldn't be happier.

It's too warm for February,

but I do appreciate the beauty of an early spring.

I'm off on another cape wearing adventure tomorrow.

No complaining...

there are too many fun stops along the way.

And I get to love on my baby boy.

My humanitarian effort to bring food to the eternally hungry.

That's a fancy way of saying I'm making a Costco run and driving it up to party town school for my son.

After my mission is accomplished, me and my flip flops will fly into somewhere fun.

Stopping to smell the roses- 

on the road or in my own yard.

I'm stopping.  I'm smelling.  I'm smiling.

I hope you're doing the same.