Oh my, we’re already to O.
Okay, so today I thought about Oh give me a home, as in “Home on the Range” twang twang … Cept where the deer and antelope are on my plate. Antelope is so juicy and tender. Also, I like clouds just fine, and my night skies are bright because city lights. So, like, not anything at all to do with the actual song, but more, you know, the spirit of Oh give me a home.
Cause home. Heart-heart.
This is one of those times of year where I delight in the splendor that is home. I’m never eager for spring, but when it comes, I embrace it. I get all twitterpated about my surroundings. Y’all, the grass, it is SO GREEN. Bright, colorful bulbs sway in the breeze. And the trees bud bits of yellow and light green against a backdrop of MORE GREEN and EVERGREEN, with pops of purples, pinks, and whites from all the blossoms and great shocks of bright yellow forsythia wave to me. Mmm.
Hell, even the ‘weeds’ are pretty.
Dark loamy earth with ferns unfurling.
The scent of lilacs and fresh rain.
Tiny bells on lily of the valley.
It’s. So. Pretty.
(Refresher: In southeast Georgia, spring has no romance. Spring in southeast Georgia is not alluring. Spring in southeast Georgia means the azaleas open and then it’s all just brutal sun, fire ant bites, and swamp ass/puddle bra until January. Grass like hay. Ground hard red clay.)
Here, spring is an occasion!
I celebrate it with glee.
How could I not, with it being so beautiful and me so grateful to be home?
I hope this post illustrates the magnitude of my joy.
Perhaps Sadie expresses it best.