Rain on succulents. Clusters of sparkly globes balancing on the leaves. Little worlds under each.
My Meyer lemon tree is budding for the first time. Since it's my first lemon tree it could just as well be the only lemon tree on earth. Getting ready to blossom. For the first time ever! EVER. Producing the world's first lemons! Who cares that the entire city is practically a grove of lemon trees? Psshaw!
Another panel. From part…
to whole. That's me on my steed galloping directly toward a lazy weekend. Or my next super-hero assignment. Either one.
Yes. Once, you really looked this doe-eyed and fresh from a milk bath. You glowed that brightly. Your eyes held that much mischief and merry making. It's true. It really happened.
Please tell me you'll go get the book Matilda and read it every single night to your dumbstruck child. Who will stare at you with equal parts confusion and hilarity. Who will howl uncontrollably when you read the part about Matilda supergluing Mr. Wormwood's hat to his mean head.