"Shoot. I still have to write about spring break. Dang. OH WAIT, and I have to write about the camping trip the whole elementary program went on last week. But, wait, no, I really just wanted to write about this little thing, and now I'm intimidated out of updating at all."

That's been happening.

So here's a little thing.

The weather has been ah-MAZE-ing for the past week or two. Because I am a hippie or something, I like to celebrate this marvelous weather by sitting in my window seat and playing guitar with the window open. The neighborhood kids are enthralled. They dance on my lawn. They applaud every song. They shout questions at me: what's my name, am I married, am I a "real" musician, etc. They great me enthusiastically when I walk home from work and ask whether I'll play for them today.

One of them has been leaving tulips in my mailbox.

I feel like I live in an enchanted place.