Spring Breezes

The most glorious time in the desert has descended upon us. Spring. Between the cool of the winter and the blazing heat of the Summer. The time when I can open the front door and the kitchen door and the wind comes through the house and makes the dust bunnies float around like magical dirty faeries. As I write there are three dirty fairies dancing through the kitchen door and whirling in slow motion across the living room towards me. Ah goodness I hope my very clean relatives are not reading this. Mom forgive me for letting people know I have dancing dirty dust-bunny-fairies when the wind blows.

This is my blue door.  My dusty floor.  My glorious Spring afternoon.  I forgive myself for not being cleaner... then again, I am thinking about photoshopping out the dust on the floor....