We've got porch sitters and drapey dresses... and dandelions.

We've got full blown spring here (finally). The grass is completely green. The trees are tinged with the faintest mist of green. Everything's blooming, and the flowering trees are making the center of town smell like a broken perfume bottle.

The tourists have arrived. They bring new eyes and the enthusiasm of those newly freed from their sub/urban prisons. That's nice. But they also bring a little bit of the city with them. By the time they're able to really breathe deep and relax, it'll be time for them to go home.

Love dandelions.