I had nothing in particular to share today, so how about a stream of unconscious post?

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We’re back home in hawt Florida. I love our time in GA, the weather is generally more pleasant and the house is less work there, but here I have My Butterflies & My Flowers and they both bring me joy.

On one of our walks in GA, Peanut and I were passing by a wooded area and I had a flashback memory from when I was a kid.

I played outside all the time and was alone quite a bit. We had a generously sized back yard that had a chain link fence. Beyond the fenced-in area there was a stretch of woods, then a canal, then a main thoroughfare, then the Palm Beach International Airport. (it was loud)

In the canal, there were often alligators, so I didn’t play on that side of the fence as much, but sometimes. Now that I think about it, I don’t know that I was told NOT to play around the alligators.

In the wooded area near the alligator canal, I would find little clearings of land in-between the trees and with my imagination, I would design my home there. Here is a bedroom space, next would be the kitchen, a bathroom, etc (like this pic above that Peanut asked me to share)

At the back of our property line, against the fence were giant Australian Pine trees.. Under the Australian pines, I would use a rake and sweep the pine needles into living spaces, making little walls/floor plans out of the pine debris and adjusting the size of my rooms when it struck my fancy.

I was six years old and designing my dream home. I mean, it was dirt and pine needles, but you gotta start somewhere.

This memory came to me while walking, but we’re also trying to come up with a floorpan for the New House, so it’s all relative. We’re gonna use a professional, and not me outside with a rake and pine needles, so no need to worry.

We arrived home in time to meet the girls for dinner, which is special. I’ve not mentioned it here, because it’s my blog even though my children might think it’s all about them, (kidding!) but Lolo has moved further north (rude) and is almost two hours away from her beloved Mother. But she made the trek to spend a few hours with us, and I appreciate that. I can’t imagine if my kids didn’t want to spend time with me; how sad would that be? Anyhoo, they went in on a great gift for me, my jaw dropped and I said: My blog friend Kari has one of these. I’m so excited! (I’ll share when it’s put together)

Speaking of Mother’s day. This thought has been in my head and I want you guys to chime in as I appreciate the varied differences in my blog friends. I was checking out of the grocery store last week and the clerk said: Have a Happy Mother’s Day! How did she know I’m a mother? Is it my haircut?

I appreciate the comment, but what happens if I were not a mother; either by choice or I couldn’t but really wanted to? If you fall into that category, what do you think about the sentiment? And how would you respond?

My writing time is up!

XOXO