the summer without leaves

and other short stories.

Tonight J-dawg informed me that this will be the summer without leaves.  I kind of believe him.  I'm feeling hopeless about the tree's nudity.  The trees above dwell in our backyard and wave their cold, naked branches in the wind.  I've seen leaves in pictures, but I haven't seen a real, green leaf in person since last summer.  

I would also like to include my decision that sweet potato fries cool down quicker than regular potato fries.  This is real people.  They get clammy.  Ew, what a horrible description.

Tonight I cut a big piece of Easter candy in half for J and I to share and placed each half on a saucer.  When Justin picked up his plate, he also picked up the spoon sitting on the counter next to his dessert then asked, "Wait, what do I need a spoon for?"  I laughed for five minutes.  And then decided that I'm not the best at putting my breakfast dishes away.  [I could have said that I decided to be better about putting my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but let's be honest...]

There are 70 and 80 degree days in the ten day forecast.  I want to dance and sing and befriend woodland creatures.

Thank goodness that this winter is coming to an end.  But please, can we have leaves?