The Spring flows through like a river

Kate and Idecided to buy shoes today. So we changed clothes after the work day was over and drove over to Tanger Outlet Mall where I bought a pair of Bass Weejuns and Kate bought some Nike running shoes. Afterward, we drove up to McDonough and after Kate shopped for some things at Target, we ate salads and sandwiches at Longhorn Steakhouse before returning home. Now it is time to go to bed, take the artificial eyes off my eyeballs and read before falling off to sleep.

This will be a long week, I fear. By Friday, we should head up to Knoxville and join Cindy at her parent's house in Concord. Hopefully, it will be as warm as it is here during the day.

Spring has really sprung here. There is an apple tree in the back of the parking lot behind my office and it sprang to life on Friday, full of white blossoms. The redbud and the dogwoods are in serious bloom. The grass is greening up from the hibernation of Winter. Birds are everywhere.

I have been listening to the Allman Brothers. They definitely sentinel Spring for me. The wail of the Hammond organ and the screaming of the twin guitars, backed by the drums and bass is truly something to listen and appreciate. The sound is blues, mixed with jazz, even some country from time to time and gospel. Everything is a wonderful, jazzy mix of genres.

I wanted to contact Winton Marsalis and see if he appreciated the jazz mix of their music. I really hear the jazz influences in their music, just like in Santana's music. You take different elements and mix them together and it turns out something bigger than the sum of its parts.

Cotton candy trees and pink fluff on the branches. Every shade of green from a tender, light green of the budding trees to the dark green of the grass. There is a constant breeze, coolness mixed with the sunshine. The lemon yellow sunshine, sweet and tart as its beginning. A perfect time for a soft, soft sweater to allow us to handle the coolness of the breeze and enjoy the life, the vitamin D flowing from the sky. The canopy canvas of baby blue. Painted with fleecey clouds from cottons balls across the sky. The world is opening. Opening. Opening. We open our arms and gesture to the sky and sun above, receiving as we are received. We are caught up in the arms of the early year, the infant year. A mother's love providing solace and peace and joy for the new world.