At the time I am writing this, it’s practically June, and after a day of rain it is now a balmy 49 degrees and the heat is kicking on. Why has spring forsaken us in such a cruel (and cold) manner? I don’t know, but it’s terribly tiresome and I am completely over it. The only saving grace about this is that it has prolonged the blooming period of our beloved Korean lilacs. Still, what good is a longer blooming season when it’s too cold to be outside? The universe pushes and pulls, struggling for a balance. In the meantime, a preview of our floating flamingo. May the sun return in all its glory, sooner rather than later. And may all the heat that Andy has already poured into the pool not dissipate in steaming heaps of burning money…
