<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4478836895/" title="Springtime by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Springtime" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4478836895_5a0a5ac7ee.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Spring has officially sprung here at the Ball house. <br /><br /><a name='more'></a>Actually, it blew in on strong winds (try to go for a jog in this weather, girls, and you'll have thighs harder than your kids' resolve to avoid after-dinner dish duty) and sudden 80-degree midday high temperatures. But, tomato, tomahto, you know what I mean.<br /><br />When I titled this post "The Situation," this is what I meant: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4478836289/" title="Springtime by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Springtime" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4478836289_d77f95eb30.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Our beautiful, tiny little peach tree. Right around the end of March, it explodes. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479463028/" title="Springtime by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Springtime" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2738/4479463028_7474510398.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />These blossoms don't stick around for long. My guess is that they'll be gone before the weekend is over. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4478836895/" title="Springtime by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Springtime" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4478836895_5a0a5ac7ee.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />After all, they were just shy, tiny buds two days ago. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479463272/" title="Springtime by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Springtime" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4479463272_8a873c7281.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Wow. Jim, can we get a close-up of that one? <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479463334/" title="Springtime by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Springtime" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4479463334_844d9fa851.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />If a bunch of pastel pink, blue and green photos don't put you in the mood for <a href="http://tashadoestulsa.com/2010/03/easter-egg-hunts-and-events-in-tulsa.html">an Easter egg hunt</a>, I don't know what will. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4478837089/" title="Our dog, Daphne by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Our dog, Daphne" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4478837089_03dc08dd55.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />This here is Daphne, the Ball family dog. Daphne is a Jack Russell terrier. We love Daphne, <a href="http://www.tashadoestulsa.com/2010/03/job-creation.html">especially when she's covered in ashes from our fireplace</a>. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4478837185/" title="Our dog, Daphne by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Our dog, Daphne" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4478837185_39425892b4.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />In case you can't tell, Daphne is kind of a spaz. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479463600/" title="Our dog, Daphne by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Our dog, Daphne" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4479463600_567801aa65.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Aw, Daphne, don't be such a wuss. I'm just telling the nice folks out there about how silly you can be. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479463832/" title="Our dog, Daphne by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Our dog, Daphne" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4479463832_3791166377.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"Yeah, whatever...humanoid." <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4478837807/" title="Our dog, Daphne by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Our dog, Daphne" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4478837807_2a5cb783bd.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Daphne's doggie senses go a little nuts during springtime. I often catch her in the back yard just standing there like this, sniffing the wind. <br /><br />The wind is full of interesting smells at this time of year. Or, so I'd imagine. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479464198/" title="Not Weeds by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Not Weeds" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2767/4479464198_bc8b4a195b.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />And I don't care what you suburban gardeners say, these just can't be weeds. They're so pretty and dainty and purple, like a newborn baby girl's brand-new pair of booties. <br /><br />Besides, we have more of them than we have grass. I need to believe they're <i>wildflowers</i>, not weeds. <br /><br />Plus, they're tasty. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4479464304/" title="Our dog, Daphne by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Our dog, Daphne" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4479464304_b00854d49d.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />At least, that's what Daphne tells me. But that's only until she goes inside and lies in the sun for a few minutes. Then she pukes them up all over my living room floor. <br /><br />I don't use the term "spaz" for just anybody.