The ground is bursting with rain lilies, and the air is thick with love bugs. Summer is around the corner; those are the signs. Plants, insects, animals, they, we are all so predictable.
He’s feeling better, but my father is in the hospital right now. And although his heart rate is currently unpredictable, he is normally one of the more predictable characters in my life. Like a cardinal is red, my father’s feathers are blue and khaki. Every single day he wears a blue shirt, khaki pants or shorts, and work boots. He wore a gray shirt one Christmas Eve, and I’ll never forget it because I may never see it again. When I asked about the shirt, he rolled his eyes and told me my step-mother made him wear it. Thank God his hospital gown is blue. There must be at least a little comfort in that for him…that and his boots. He’s allowed to keep those on.
