Patio ramblings...

Have you ever smelled a lilac? I mean really taken the time to stop and smell them. Their aroma is intoxicating. Sweet and subtle. My neighbors a few houses down the ally have a few beautiful full lilac bushes and when the sun and wind hit them just right, it almost takes my breath away.

Amaias is currently napping, Barley Biscuit is chilling on the patio with me and I am enjoying the warmth of the sun along with the complimenting breeze. The only thing that could make this moment a little brighter would be some company! But you can't come over. My house is a mess and I don't want to do anything about it. I just want to sit out here and enjoy the beauty that God has bestowed on me.

So, here I sit under our patio umbrella, trying not to get too much more sun. I over did it on Sunday. Just picture over done bacon. Or a leaf shriveled up by the sun. Or maybe a tomato in a boiling pot of water? I'm pretty darn close to all of the above. My skin must have shrunk a few sizes at least. It'd be nice if it were that way around the waistline but I don't think that is very feasible. What I have is the ultimate "Mom Sunburn". No joke. Let me explain...

On Sunday morning, we decided to venture out on our Sunday ritual walk. Our 5 mile or more walk. We left late morning while it was still a little cool out. I drenched Amaias in sunblock, loaded him in the jogger and we all headed out. We walked and walked. Pretty soon the sun was directly over head, beating down hard. I just didn't realize how hard until we returned home about two and a half or three hours later. Let me paint a picture for you. Stand up and position yourself as if you were pushing a stroller. Your arms should just about be at a 90 degree angle. Now, if the sun were directly over head, that would mean that your shoulders, neck and forearms would be exposed but your arm above your elbow is shadowed. SO, not only are just my shoulders and forearms scorched, I have nice white hand prints on my arms from where I wiped Amaias' left over sunscreen. There you have it. The ultimate Mom sunburn. I shall wear it like a badge of honor. A heavy, burning badge of honor.

Well, the dog has decided to go meet the trash-men and I suppose I should reel him back in.

I pray your day is full of a whimsical beauty. Wish you were here basking along with Barley and I.