this song is kind of how i'm feeling right now.

guess which line is the one that was running on repeat in my head saturday.

another kind of madness, maybe.

march is a magical month for me.

march first is almost more of a new year for me than january first. winter is on the downward spiral (although it will rear its ugly head many more times until the beginning of july) and bulbs are sprouting. it's hopeful.

i'm filled with hope right now. hope in the future, scary place that it is, and hope in my imperfections, which i'm slowly learning aren't as imperfect as i always thought they were.

we have a distorted view of perfection in our society.
i have hope in that knowledge.
the knowledge that i'm redefining perfect in the right ways.

cheers to march.

fever: when you kiss me; fever: when you hold me tight

this is why i love spring.
and gardening.
and my home, for that matter
because it has all of those things...
not to mention a few other things
i love.
see that clematis in the first picture?
i absolutely love it.
and see the raised garden
on the left in the second picture?
potato plants grew there last year.
i planted them,
and i was very proud of myself.