These fields of beauty are brought to you by my neighbor.
And for the record, I believe Chicago has gone from winter directly to summer. It is 82 degrees today. We are all stumbling around in shock, unfurling hoses and hunting rakes.
Some of us planned on watching basketball because everyone knows you can't win your brackets unless you are actually watching the game. In real time. So there is just the tiniest bit of grumbling going on.
(Anyone know what these little guys are called? I have them every year, seeded by birds, I'd guess. The blue is so true. I love that.)
I cannot believe how beautiful this week has been. It has been a gift of hope for the winter-beaten, as were the Girl Scout Cookies we scored outside Trader Joe's this morning.
Thin Mints. Daffodils. Sunlight.
What restores your spirit?