Thank you, Universe, for spring time in New Orleans. It just became March, and the azaleas are in full bloom. When I walked out the door this morning, the air was filled with the smell of sweet blossoming vines and flowers.
Mother Nature’s an artist too, ya know
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t leave the South. Then every spring the azaleas (pronounced “zay-yus”) bloom and I...
How pretty! (: Especially compared to the gray skies of today’s metabolism test. ):
By the end of spring, I’ll be in driving distance of New Orleans!