Green is coming soon. Right now the world is brown and squishy-muddy out there, but with warm temps and sunshine, soon I'll be out in the garden, bent over to peek for points of hostas, peonies and bulbs emerging from the brown.
My hair is turning green, too. In a single stripe on the right side. Why not? I don't have an employer to piss and moan about my piercings, tattooes or strange colored hair, so I'm enjoying it until we're moved to where I might be able to manage a job again, though Sweetie tells me over and over not to worry about it. He likes that I'm home all the time.
