I must agree. I wish you could have been my playmate when we were small. I, too, had a wonderful imagination but didn't have Aunt Bett or the mountains. We will just have to be playmates now. When can you move to Texas?
Can I bring my 1/2 acre of daylilies, iris, roses, columbines, riverbirch, maples, holly, hibiscus, spiderwort, bee balm, cats, house, etc, etc, etc...please? And will you bring a shovel and help me dig? And trucks to haul it all in. And my seeds...I need an extra truck for them, too...and then there is my elephant collection, and my art stuff, all my books, my dishes and antique glassware, and tons of fabric...and I do like these brick arches I have, two sets of them, so maybe another couple of trucks, but they are pretty tall, I wonder if we'd take out any bridges on the way down.
Whattya think, Christi? I can leave anytime, as long as you help.
I don't think you could find your way to my house this week. I have been in Chicago for a week, and had company on both weekends, so now I find myself very nearly woven in place because of the jungle that has taken over my yard and house. So much rain has blessed the earth around me, the vegetation has taken over my world. That magnolia tree that was smashed in the ice storm is well over 9 feet tall now and my akebia threatens my front door. My roses are rambling all over the bog of the back yard, and wisteria trees are threatening to strangle from above. Somewhere in all this tangle, I am down there trying to hack my way out. It is a true mess.
So when you come my way, please bring machetes, hatchets, pick ax, and long knives. Pruning shears would help too. Oh, and wear long sleeves, too, and bib overalls. With a hat tied securely in place. It is a jungle.