Spring Buds


I think I always post a photo like this somewhere on my social media every year. I can’t help it. I’m always so frakkin’ ready to see winter go. I can’t imagine how much anticipation is up north.

I tried to wait until we had some actual sun, but since that won’t happen for three more days, I got impatient and posted. 

This Time of Year


Door photos

Domino and Loki love the times of year when it’s warm/cool enough to open the sliding glass door and they can lounge while looking over the land that they both believe they rule. Unfortunately, their barely tolerable relationship is tested even further by the fact that they have to share this small patch of carpet.

Many more of these fur-flying disputes and I’m gonna have to create a schedule to post on the refrigerator denoting when they can have time at the door.

Weekend Weather


Lake Hartwell at full pond. Take a good look, kids. Who knows when we’ll see this again!

The weekend got off to a rocky start with me being trapped in my car for ten minutes in the Publix parking lot while Mother Nature whipped up another deluge of rain. But we woke up to mid-60s on Saturday morning with a cool breeze, perfect weather for hanging out on my aunt and uncle’s back porch with the majority of my extended family all afternoon long.

I’ll forgive you THIS TIME, Mother Nature.

Dear Mother Nature


I’m not calling this an intervention because those usually involve a bunch of friends and family and some sort of professional counselor to mediate, and frankly, I couldn’t pull all that together on short notice. Plus, are you actually related to anyone? Is Father Time your husband?

I could go the How I Met Your Mother route with a big sign and whatnot, but really, that show needs its own intervention about going around its ass to have Ted meet the freakin’ mother, so that’s not the best example.

I’m gonna start with, “How are you feeling?” I ask because it took us a quite a while to get spring around here this year, and now that we’re into summer, it’s been — well — rather wet. I know, I know, I don’t mean to complain, but last Tuesday it poured for four hours straight. Four. Hours. In July. With no tropical storm or anything.


Last Friday afternoon’s storm

Today I read that Upstate SC has a rainfall surplus of fifteen inches. Fifteen. That’s a couple inches shy of the length of a full-term newborn baby. And as I write this, I’m watching the rain pour once again — from a storm cell moving at a blistering pace of FIVE MILES AN HOUR. Seriously? There are people who can run faster than that. The elite runners from the Cooper River Bridge Run could outrun this storm.

I’m just wondering if there’s something we can do. Get you a carton of ice cream? Maybe get  your meds refilled? Not trying to be mean, but you know you can’t quit those cold turkey. I speak from experience.


My pretty umbrella, now well-used…

Anyhoo, I thought I’d check in, say hello, maybe see if you could scale the waterworks back. Just a smidge, you know? Enough so I could not panic if I leave the house without my umbrella? I mean, I love my umbrella — looks like a purple gerbera daisy when opened — but I hadn’t planned on using it quite this much.

No rush on those scorching summer temperatures, though. Feel free to leave those off altogether. We’re all perfectly fine with 80s for highs in July. That’s why we all have air conditioners.

So… hope you get back to normal soon. You know, before we have to start catching a ride to work on an ark.