It's a glorious day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the neighbors are out in force. Why is it that the people in this neighborhood think that the way to dispose of trash is to burn it? Not only does the smoke fill my house and make me cough (even if I close the windows!) ...the stench is awful. Burning leaves is bad enough but I suspect they are also burning old Little Tykes toys...and those thing are made of some durable and probably carcinogenic plastic!
Gertrude and I have a tray full of plants that need to go into the ground. The sooner the better. But I am not going out while Mrs. Always in Her Nightie is outside in her nightie. Seriously...Do you think that Mr.No Shirt Plumber's Crack is that ummm...insatiable?
Maybe I could email her an anonymous link to MuuMuu Heaven? Although I can tell you from experience some of those dresses are absolutely gorgeous. Island Formal wear rocks! It isn't all about shapeless sacs. Just go look--and wearing one makes you feel like you are ready for the islands.
Or I could send old videos of "Three's Company"--she might enjoy channeling Mrs. Roper. Those technicolor caftans would be a huge improvement.

I sat on my porch with a cup of tea and listened to the birds this morning and the air was full of the fragrance from my neighbor's lilac bushes. Last night Gertrude brought me a handful of flowers from those bushes, with the neighbor's permission. While I was relaxing on the porch the local thug wannabes were making the first of many shirtless walkabouts. Slowly Spring is coming to the primordial swamp...I can already smell the sweet stench of unwashed redneck....