I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed, but today is April 16. One day after tax day, 3 months, 3 weeks and 1 day after Christmas, and 27 days after the spring equinox. And yet, there are little lumps all over the trees this morning, which were blossoms yesterday (blossoms of hope, if you will), and today are merely ironic symbols of the cynic's reality. I think I'm going to move to Mexico.
5 comments:
Amen.
Can I come?
I think it's lovely... but I don't have to live in it. If I were there, I'd already be packing my bags for mexico.
I think I have some space in my suitcase for you. I'll check.
Or come to Indiana. We've had a little rain, but otherwise the weather has been beautiful.
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