Who needs April in Paris when you can spend it in Atlanta?

Well, I would like to spend April in Paris … but I sure don’t mind spending it in Atlanta. What a fantastic, beautiful spring weekend we had! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. This has been one of the prettiest springs I can remember. I keep meaning to take my digital camera with me when I head intown; the azaleas and blooming trees are breathtaking, a riot of color. There aren’t many places as beautiful as Atlanta in April — not even Paris.

There was a wild thunderstorm late Friday night. I love curling up in bed when there’s a thunderstorm raging outside; I feel both safe and excited. I opened up my plantation shutters and windows so that I could lie in bed and watch the thunderbolts and listen to the rain. A couple of bolts hit nearby, lighting up the entire sky. Finally dozed off to the sound and smell of the heavy spring rain.

Went to a matinee of “American Dreamz” with my mom and sister on Saturday. Good, funny satire; review to come.

One of my favorite out-of-towners surprised me with a weekend visit, so we spent every possible moment outdoors — patio beers, neighborhood strolls, lazy drives. We had a wonderful time; I could use two solid weeks like that.

Here are a couple of photos from my townhouse windows. Notice how green it is and what great flowers I have outside my place. Most of the azalea blooms didn’t make it through the storm, but the wild roses are still blooming.

Otto in the living room window.

Maggie looking out the front window.

Too bad I had to come to work today. I need to concentrate on my lotto-winning retirement plan.

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