Y’all, I’m convinced my daffodils will never bloom and that my yard will forever taunt me with the promise of flowers and no delivery.
I don’t know. I’m feeling very overwhelmed by things today and I tried to think of something nice and light to write about in this here spot, but I’ve got nothing. I want to dig up my garden and amend my soil and smell like dirt.
I want to lay down on the floor next to my dog and sleep.
And I can’t wait to see daffodils. Or what the mystery sprouts are.
That’s what I’ve got.