May we thrive.
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Why hello there, Dear Reader.
And greetings from our insanely green back deck! We’ve got colorful lilies, tomato vines galore, and bushels and blossoms out the yin yang, yo! It’s like Mother Nature knew that life’s been pretty sucky for the entire world as of late, and decided to throw in an extra dash of growth this spring.
She’s here, and she’s proud.
I’m sitting here on our wicker furniture, crossed legged and snacking on those incredible Lego-shaped candies. I love the way the blocks clack against my teeth; I love how they slowly dissolve into the sugary wonderment only candy-makers can dream up.
And as I think about what to post, I’m reminded that a lot of my entries have recurring themes.
-Treasure the little things.
-Be your authentic self.
–Time is out of our control.
–Empathy is everything.
-Music and art and novels make life worth living.
-Paul McCartney might actually be God.
. . . You know. That kind of thing.
So as I write–and as you read–it’s probably no surprise that I’m reveling in our house, our home.
And I’m happy to say that this is where we live.
We’re nestled in a lovely townhouse, which was built roughly two years after I was born.
Our neighborhood has leisurely walking trails; a little playground and basketball court; trees hosting birds whose songs ring out like music boxes.
We’re close to pretty much everything a SnapDragon like me could ever want: a quaint(ish) downtown; multiple pharmacies; the deliciousness that is Wawa; numerous parks and historical sites from The Battle of Brandywine; farmers markets; art centers; real-deal Mexican restaurants.
And that’s just the beginning! Oh, the surprises that await you!
So even though we may not live in this town forever–‘cuz things can change in a heart beat, I know–I’m aiming to settle in: to really dig my heels into this luscious piece of earth.
Because as the planet spins for yet another day, this is our spot.
I will smile. I will recycle.
I will drink beers at Levante.
I will tip generously.
I will sincerely thank my Amazon driver and postman.
I will explore the used book shoppes, the new boutiques, the first Fridays.
I will take pride in all we’ve accomplished.
And I will, Dear Reader, dare to dream of all that can be.
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Bloom where you’re planted, right?
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SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and pretty simple human being.
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