if the mailman weren't a woman...

...today I would have kissed her. I came home from the library to find this bounty waiting for me at the house. A big soil-filled bag of blueberry bushes and strawberry plants. A whole box of little packets of seeds. And, as though those things weren't enough, a newly-sharpened pair of my scissors, come home to me with whoosh-click precision in its shiny, razor-sharp blades. I hardly know where to start.

I guess it's a good thing she is a woman, after all.