Call Me When The Street Lights Come On

Many, many moons ago, when I was a wee little girl, a beautiful spring day meant a day spent outside.  Nothing could lure me inside.  Well, nothing except when the street lights came on.  In the 60's that was the universal signal for children everywhere to stop playing and head for home.  Perhaps some of you also have these memories.  If not, you may think this is another story taking place when dinosaurs roamed the earth.  It won't be the first time I've been accused of telling one of those tales and I'm sure it won't be the last time. 

I guess no matter how old I get, when the fresh spring air begins to blow and the tulips push forth from the earth ...

When the daffodil buds are plump and ready to burst open ...

I'm ready to head outside to smell the flowers
&
to play outside until the streetlights come on.

Now I will admit that the form of play has changed.

I'm quite happy to sit outside enjoying my lunch while watching the bird activity now.  But lest you think I am a total dinosaur, I might add that I can also take pictures of my lunch and read the newspaper while eating.  That's right, quite the multitasker am I.

Although, I will admit to feeling a bit silly taking photos of my lunch.  What if the neighbors are watching?? 

Who takes pictures of their lunch?  Odd ladies over the age of 50?

So glad I read this article ... while eating.

Apparently it is quite hip to possess the skill of taking photos of your food on your patio.  Why it's front page news today!!

And the best part of all ~ she's only 26.

I'm off to take a walk, plant some seeds, water my pansies and breathe in the sweet, sweet smell of almost spring.

I'll be in when the streetlights come on.  Just in time to soak in the bathtub, apply the BenGay and hobble to bed.