I came home Monday night after babysitting and my whole house smelled like jasmine from the sprig of jasmine in my bathroom. Yesterday morning I woke up and knew that the park across the road was being mown because I could smell it from my bedroom. Spring smells good. This last half week has been made up of days of indolence and gentle productivity, strange combination as that is...
I may blog again later tonight... I also may not.
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