Treehouse

It's spring. In a few weeks, our apartment (on the second floor) will be surrounded by flowers. Portland just explodes with growth in the spring; the first spring we were here, I was overwhelmed with all the greenery and damp fertility. I worried a little about getting pollinated somehow (this in spite of the fact that I allegedly majored in biology) and busting out in these beautiful pink blossoms I was seeing everywhere. Not that that would have been that bad, really.

Anyhow, it's really lovely, and I'm looking forward to it. So is Dutch, who's suddenly gone all girly and wears dresses every day in radiant shades of joy (mostly pink, red, and orange, I mean).