happy hour
Deb Rox 
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Spring is insanely beautiful. Insane, in that wonderful way that makes you want to DO.EVERYTHING.NOW.OUTSIDE. Chasing rabbits insane!
I love my porch year round. Spring means a daily spritz and sweep to remove layers of green pollen (which is not fairydust, though that was a great attempt at a reframe by my sweet hippie friend) but it's worth it. Cocktails or light dinner on the porch, letting the sky darken around us until the candle really makes all of its sense evident, that's perfect.
But daily, the pull is greater. Off of the porch and onto the stoop. Until step by step I just find myself somewhere under a trees, gnarly root the best pillow in the world, looking up at dangling Spanish Moss, my almost-favorite growing thing (second only to succulents.) How does Spanish Moss do it's thing? It's so expansive and airy, so ancient, so flexible in meeting its needs, such a beautiful Borrower. Let's be like that, let's live like Spanish Moss.
Damn it, I am a hippie too, aren't I? At least a tree-hugger. Salut, Spring!