just a taste

Spring is slowly starting to spread her wings for Tennessee.  Giving us a taste of her and then folding her wings and letting old man winter continue to harass us.  Quite rude if you ask me but I'll forgive her.

I can not wait until I can go barefoot everywhere, 

stay outside playing basketball until nine or ten, 

play hide-and-go-seek in the dark,

sit on the porch sucking popsicles, 

push my friends in the lake,

fly of of tubes,

camp with my best friends.

Obviously, I have quite a long list of things I want to do but until spring decides that she is here to stay I'll have to be content with this.  Blooming flowers and a little girl wishing on a dandelion.  

There is something magical about the feeling that wishing on a dandelion gives you that no star could ever evoke.  Thank you, Lord for dandelions and little girls.