I am feeling the love. I know that the glorious warm and sunny days that you have blessed us with lately were not meant for my enjoyment alone but that doesn’t change the way that I feel about them. I credit the plum trees bursting with pink blossoms and our (mostly) unrestricted airways for my genuine feelings of affection for you on this valentine’s day.
I have no choice but to hope that this early taste of spring will be short-lived, followed by plenty more much-needed winter rain, but it has lured me excitedly into the garden. A little pruning here, a bit of mulching there, a new, roomier home for my beloved baby olive tree.
I don’t ordinarily send valentines but this year I feel the need to tell you that your efforts are not going unnoticed.