What do I see? Take a walk with me…

I see weeds.

Hello, Mr. Bee. (Even bees love weed.)

I see you, bug. (Have you missed my balls?)

And I see my feet.

At the grocery story, I saw this poor bird, apparently grieving. She just waited there, as if she expected her friend to rise from the dead.

Well.

Not a very peaceful message.

But see, love and peace are not dead.

I know I’m not the only one suffering.

“Everywhere I go I’m putting on.”

April storms.

Look, the aliens have landed again!

But the sun will come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that, tomorrow, there’ll be sun…

It’s a stormy start to May here in the Q. It’s making my head hurt. But come next week, it’s supposed to be about 20 degrees warmer. Enjoy your Sunday.