This week I was reminded that life in Atlanta in the spring is covered in pollen.
Scout is green. Each morning I turn on the windshield spray, and streaks of green shoot up the side of the windshield and onto the side windows. Our shoes make tracks on the porch, and on the table, which I had wiped off yesterday, is a message for my roommate.
It'll all be gone in two weeks.
Friday, March 23, 2007
refrigerator
I am sorry this is sold out. It is still making me laugh.
http://www.threadless.com/product/623/Haikus_are_easy_but
Thursday, March 15, 2007
here, now
Do I have a blog?
What's that?
I think New England sounds nice.
let it be recorded in the books that on March 10 courtney and I came up with a plan for New England driving.
This weekend I was reminded that Atlanta is a good place to live: Early march and spring weather. It was the most absolutely perfect weekend, and I was not jealous of people living anywhere else in the US, not even Wyoming.
I know (as Courtney reminded me) that my contentedness here should not be circumstantial. And that is a problem. But God also uses our circumstances to remind us of things and teach us things.
Today is a bit cooler, and the weatherman threatens temperatures in the 50s this weekend, but we still have budding trees.
On Tuesday I was bending over papers on my desk when I was suddenly overpowered by the most wonderful smell of spring. I looked around, and saw that my hyacinth bulbs have began to bloom. Yesterday was so georgious I had the windows open, and the gentle breeze blowing over my potted plants brought in a glorious scent.
I've spent most of my evenings reading or grading out on our porch. It's good.
What's that?
I think New England sounds nice.
let it be recorded in the books that on March 10 courtney and I came up with a plan for New England driving.
This weekend I was reminded that Atlanta is a good place to live: Early march and spring weather. It was the most absolutely perfect weekend, and I was not jealous of people living anywhere else in the US, not even Wyoming.
I know (as Courtney reminded me) that my contentedness here should not be circumstantial. And that is a problem. But God also uses our circumstances to remind us of things and teach us things.
Today is a bit cooler, and the weatherman threatens temperatures in the 50s this weekend, but we still have budding trees.
On Tuesday I was bending over papers on my desk when I was suddenly overpowered by the most wonderful smell of spring. I looked around, and saw that my hyacinth bulbs have began to bloom. Yesterday was so georgious I had the windows open, and the gentle breeze blowing over my potted plants brought in a glorious scent.
I've spent most of my evenings reading or grading out on our porch. It's good.
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