In a couple of months this field will be head high and so yellow it's blinding. I drive by all of November, December and January and long for these beautiful yellow flowers. Over the last couple of weeks the field has begun to tease. Like a lover starting at your toes and making his way slowly.

This tree sits in the midst of the field. I know it's jealous when the yellow flowers start to bloom and it stands here devoid of its rightful beauty. Like when Deanne Alton sprouted boobs in middle school and the rest of us girls stood by helplessly as our boyfriends' eye balls followed her down the hall. Even my cheerleading skirt every Friday was no match. And don't think I didn't hike that crap up.

Nothing says Spring like a hot air balloon invading your privacy. For the record. I was not picking my nose. I was scratching it. Thankyouverymuch.

I know it's hard to imagine all you east coasters, but Spring is just around the corner. Hang in there. And. If it doesn't come soon, you can all just come here. My husband won't mind. I'm sure of it.