I looked out in my backyard last night around dinner time and caught a glimpse of my three new little jasmine plants, tiny little yellow flames of baby blooms flickering on each young stem. Can the fragrant purple blossoms of lilac be far behind? Finally, a breath of spring. Finally a day or two of beautiful soul-warming sun. Praise God, from whom ALL blessings flow.
Y'all can count on seeing pictures of every bud, blossom and bloom unfurling in my yard this month - last year this time we paid a landscaper to come install beds and borders in the front and back. All winter long I've watched the temperatures and held my breath, praying the plants would survive and give us the show of color and aroma I've hoped Bean will associate with spring's arrival. I'm sometimes literally breathless with anticipation to see what the next weeks will bring.
I'm over at Chic Critique again today, (I know, who do I think I am?) discussing a delicious body wash that's phthalate free for your kids, but still distinctly grown-up in scent and cleansing-power. Go check it out!
The answer to Wednesday Puzzler came from my amazing friend Mari at My Little Corner of the World, a beautiful, loving wife, mother, nurse, friend and blogger who is also not from Walla Walla, Washington. But I treasure her friendship, her comments and her occasional comforting, reassuring emails so much, y'all. And she's smart, too, because she knew why the water in my potties (and her potties, too!) sways when the wind blows hard outside. It's because of the sewage gas vent that pulls all the fumes from the house's septic system up and out through our roof. See, the vent is open so the STANK can go up and out, which is a very good thing, because I don't want that kinda STANK getting STUCK anywhere near my nose, do you? Anyway when the wind blows across that vent (poor, poor unsuspecting wind - can you imagine just blowing along merrily minding your own beeswax and all-of-a-sudden breezing through a cloud of sewage gas?
(Tangent)Kinda reminds me of the roadtrips we used to take with my Grandaddy Clover down to Flagler Beach, Florida, these roadtrips upon which we would drive past about seven hundred "papermills" - ahem. Did y'all know that "papermills" put out a wide and abominable range of the most (ob)noxious gases you have ever laid your little nose upon? But that those gases will actually dissipate if you OPEN your car window and let the wind blow in from the outside, which seems odd because that's where they're coming from in the first place, but lo and behold it still works? Yes yes, it is all fact. And it is also fact that if you can manage to say Kushlamarie! at EXACTLY the right moment, which is hard to do indeed, but if you can, your garage door will open magically before your eyes as you sit very quietly in your Grandaddy's car with your hands folded calmly in your lap? No? Well my Grandaddy knows ALL of these things, and he lovingly instructed me over the course of my childhood and now I know them, too. "Papermill"-dotted south Georgia farmland and its noxious gases, and Kushlamarie! - these are my proud heritage, people. Does this give you a little glimpse into why I am who I am?
Mmmm-hmmm, I thought it would. (/Tangent)
Oh brother. Where on EARTH was I?
Oh yeah. The wind whipping across the top of the sewage gas vent. It creates a vaccuum in the plumbing, and tries to suck the water out of the potties and up through the pipes, but even at 40 mph, all it can do is make the water sway a little bit. Probably weakened by the STANKfumes, wouldn't you think? And there you have it!
We don't have any huge plans for the weekend in the FriedOkra household. I'll be too busy cramming for my Glucose Tolerance Test on Monday. I'll also be getting ready for the Bloggy Giveaway Carnival next week, so make sure you come back and register to win a delightful freebie courtesy of yours truly, FriedOkra.