I kind of want to write thank you notes to the people in my neighborhood who planted tulips this year. And peonies and roses and buttercups.
Because, really, when I’m out walking my dog in the rain, trying not to panic at the thought of the future, day after day after day, wondering if its going to rain FOREVER, seeing the bright flashes of color keep me from wandering into the street and into oncoming traffic.
If you took the trouble to make the treks back and forth to Home Depot, dig into the dirt and sweat and break your back, all to decorate your front lawn with spring WONDERMENT, would you appreciate a thank you note from a slightly demented, well-intentioned stranger with too much time on her hands?
I debated this the whole way home and still don’t have an answer. I’m not sure I want to be that quirky. Do you think Drew Barrymore has conversations with herself like this? I think she does.