It’s been a typically wacky spring here in NW Ohio Zone 6. Bulbs and buds are coming up slower than the past two (early) springs, and I’m OK with that. I’m not so OK with the hail-snow that I saw this evening, or the fact that it’s been really too cold to get out into the beds and borders and do the cleanup they so desperately deserve.
I got out a couple days ago when it was unseasonably warm and took a few photos of the emerging colors:
Apparently @XelHaPark doesn’t want any more of my money; I’ve tried contacting them three times in the past week to purchase additional photos from them, since we only brought enough pesos for one photo and a plushie from the gift shop. At least I brought my camera.
Last summer, I tried on my swimsuit(s) for the first time in about six years. Connor and I would be going to Dayton to visit my grandparents, and we’d be swimming in the hotel pool during our downtime. My tankinis from 2010 were at least a size too big… but the bikini top I’d worn a grand total of one time still fit, thanks to being a halter with ties at the back and neck. I didn’t have time to shop for a new suit; the bikini top (with a slightly oversized bottom) would have to do.
Surprisingly enough, the two-piece was very comfortable to wear (apart from me constantly tugging at the too-large bottoms). Mentally, it helped that Mom and Connor and I were the only people in the pool that afternoon — and Mom kept telling me how good I looked in my two-piece.
I started to believe it.
