A few warm days was all it took for our apple trees to pop out in riotous bloom. I’ll spare you the pictures of the rest, but this beauty by the road deserves a shout out.
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It’s so large now it obscures the man cave/Barn Mahal and part of the shed.
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I wish WordPress had smell-o-vision because it’s heavenly in person.
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But it’s also filled with bees so be careful where you sniff.
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The pictures don’t really do it justice, but trust me. It’s lovely.
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And I have to say I wasn’t holding out much hope for our flowering cherry trees. The deer destroyed the other three we planted but this one held on…
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It’s much smaller and not as full as it should be with a big empty hole on the right side…
We always think of the past as the good old days, but were they?
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How did we not slam our heads into the windshield on a daily basis in the 60’s and 70’s?
I grew up riding in the front seat of a 1962 Ford Falcon station wagon.
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And yes, my mother still had it after my husband I got married…. when we were dressed head to toe in stonewashed denim. ( In our defense… it was the 80’s. Denim ruled. 🤣)
It had vacuum wipers, a manual choke, the dimmer switch on the floor…. and no seat belts.
But mothers must have had quicker reaction times and more serious arm strength back then because mine drove me in and out of New Jersey and NYC with my cranium still intact. Impressive feat of parenting, that.
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To this day I don’t know the first names of my parents friends from back then. I was trotted out to shake hands with guests upon their arrival and taught to say how do you do Mr. and Mrs. Whoever before disappearing to my room never to be seen or heard from again. It wouldn’t have occurred to me to interrupt adults. Nope. Never.
Very different from today’s parenting where the world seems to revolve around a five year old’s desires.
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Ain’t that the truth? Run nonstop all day and fight going to sleep at night. Now I can’t get up off the couch without creaking and as soon as it gets dark? My pajamas are calling.
Weirdly out of season hot as you can see when our temps drop back to normal on Thursday. And even though it will only be two days of humid high temps, I talked my husband into installing our window air conditioning units this morning because yours truly has hot flashes… and a hot flashing wife is a cranky wife and a cranky wife doesn’t cook. If my guy wants a hot meal? He needs a cooled spouse.
Anyway, as we struggled to seat them …. I swear they get heavier every year!…. I looked through the grate and realized I hadn’t cleaned the filters.
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Apparently for quite some time.
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Holy Hell!
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The amount of dirt, dust, pollen, fuzz balls, cat hair, spider webs, skin cells, fish scales or whatever else the hell that is… was disgusting.
How the machines managed to work with that amount of clogged air intake last year I don’t know. But they’ll be breathing a sigh of relief this summer.
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So remember …
Clean your filters!
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