Peonies

I love the simplicity of spring flowers by a window. The contrast of light and dark. The pink and white that pop and make me dreamy. More and more I find myself being drawn to the warmth and other world-ness of this new season. Yesterday birds were chattering in the morning until dusk came. I felt content in my apartment. Selah was sleeping and her breathe a steady rythm lulling me to sleep. The breeze sounding like a soft ocean shore releasing me from the ties of restlessness and worry and leading me by the hand to dream.

Hair. Finally i got it cut. It had been a very long year and i was long over do. It is now light and bouncy and i am questioning why i waited so long.
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Love this yellow spring dress.

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warmth in my toes

My feet are finally warm. All winter i refused to wear slippers vowing that i simply would not because i now live 6 block from the beach. That glorious ocean that even in winter whispers to me of summer days soon to come... and now it is 75 degrees. My skin welcomes the heat and feels kissed by the strong rays that stream down from the heavens. Dramatic? No. My whole attitude has changed. Getting out of bed without the chills- whithout moving quickly to make the coffee and get warm. I step outside into a warm bath of light and floral aromas. I imagine a friend chatting with me in my new (but old) adirondack chair sipping my home made tropical green iced tea planning the weekends festivities. I put on my long flowy hippie dress and paint my toes... because to me summer has begun.