and every spring it just gets worse and worse.
i love a rainy spring in arkansas. everything turns a delicious bright green.
i look out the window and dream of a little cottage in the country...or of going back to england and trying to find mr. darcy and miss bennett. or the misses dashwoods.
it's been a rainy week here. so much for camping over spring break. but we haven't minded one bit. but i'll admit, today i'm taking a breather from all our spring break frivolity. my feet are propped up. it's cool out and i'm covered in a blanket.
and i'm watching sense and sensibility.
and i'm watching sense and sensibility.
pure. bliss.
and so i'll dream on of arkansas country life. of apple pies cooling on the windowsill. my kids riding bareback through the lush green grass while i squeeze fresh lemons for lemonade.
but alas, i did not marry a country boy. {sigh} so it seems i must resolve myself to dreaming. and reading.
and listening to my beloved john denver croon about country roads taking him home.
so how about you....am i the only one who smells a fresh spring rain and goes all mushy romantic?????












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