It may appear to be springtime, but it surely doesn't feel like it today. I took a walk along the South fork of the New River and wished that I was wearing a jacket. Phlox is blooming along every stream, creek and river in the mountains. Magical.
I'm in the middle of May Madness. My girls have 'end-of-the-school-year' something or others planned every single night this week. At least this evening will be more relaxing. Wanda is hosting a surprise sweet sixteen birthday party and I am going to help her drink wine.
I wanted to post about my youngest daughter's ballet recital (my tiny dancer cried afterward because dance classes are over for what seems like forever), the Blair house (got to crawl around the place with my friend Heather), and my eldest daughter's cello duet (the part where she lost her place, stopped and announced to the crowd that she thought she was going to throw-up)---but my words don't seem to be flowing these days.
and it gets worse... I've got Melissa Etheridge's song I'm the only one stuck in my head and I can't get it out. Quick. Someone please give me some other song to hum. Anything.
