A beautiful warm day and I am looking for reasons that will keep me outside instead of tackling the ‘need to do’s that are waiting for me inside.  My blank edifice of a fence calls to me, “Deani….Deani…look how blank and boring I am…you MUST remedy this….Deani…Deani…it is spring, I need some colour…”  (I figure if the self-check out at the grocery store talks to me and the book scanner at the library talks to me, I can pretend that my fence talks to me.  Chocolate has a tendency to talk to me too, but usually to its detriment.)  I am not one to say no to a desperate fence.

I really need to either invest in better chalk or start using paint, but the fence seemed to appreciate the effort.