Dear Street Sweeper And Wife:

Easter has passed and I assume you should be heading home soon. Given that all of us are not as worldly and royalty-like wealthy... we are unable to Winter for months in Arizona. (Though, trust me SOME of us, check the airline prices often.)
But things have changed around these here parts. I thought I'd create a cheat sheet of life across and around your alley.

Who needs AZ when the average temperature 'back home' have been breaking the record books?? February and March were the warmest months, I can remember. If you were hoping to return home, in time to experience beautiful Midwestern flowers and the smell of lilacs... well, you snooze, you lose. I'd like to pretend the warm weather inspired Coach and I to clean up our side of the alley, to near picture-perfect like Spring time Menards Ad... but our yard may be at it's worst. (Who came up with the idea to 'Cute up Your Corner' anyway???)
Curb lined with old junk from the shop? Check.
Porch piled with boxes of worn-out tools? Check.
Tired and dead mums, from Fall? Check.
Kids bikes knocked over on the driveway? Check.
Basketball hoop AGAIN blown down? You betcha.
We'd hate to have you return to a pristine yard. Just wouldn't feel like home. If you are getting nostalgic for sweeping your curb... we have Catalpa beans, collecting thickly in the gutters. Just waitin for ya.

Now something you may not recognize, while gazing out your window... our new son. Sure he looks a lil like Coco. And yes, he fancies himself an afternoon snack of playground rocks and rain water resting on the slide, similar to our previous baby. Never the less, thanks to a distracted moment by moi... our youngest may look boy-ish, from your direction.



Your yard is still being tended to by The Bride's father... though I am pretty sure, he threw a big kegger of a party on Sunday. Cars parked ALL over your drive. It's odd... because his only daughter was delivering a precious bundle of bouncy boy joy. Even a grand-son can not keep The Bride's Father from throwing a killer party in an empty house. But who am I tellin?? You know better than I, how much he enjoys a good Miller Lite.
The new cousin is too cute.
And being born on Easter or Thanksgiving?? Definitely the best holiday Birth Day. Great story... and you don't ALWAYS have to share your day with a turkey or a bunny rabbit. That can't be cool, for a boy.



You've maybe heard, we have ignored our children for a good month, while preparing our new business. No biggie... just grand opening right and left. When you are ready for a trim, you may want to call a few days ahead of time for an appointment. Coach is pretty big time now. And I will happily accept your beautiful bride as a new yogi! Stroll her up there, during your morning walk.

Otherwise, while we weren't looking, Tink got big.
I mean... Big for a little person. Signing up for Kindergarten. Starting an every day preschool. Taking a field trip on a Big school bus. And tomorrow.. she has her first Tball practice!
I know it's been awhile but you will need to re-adjust to having a yard full of homerun hitters, again. Better pull out some shutters. I imagine my father or uncles cracked one or two of your windows.



And The Kid??
When he is not glaring into my camera during sweet Easter pictures, he is eagerly anticipating the 100th Anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic... but really, what 10 year old boy isn't??



Temperatures are dropping back into the 50's this week. The perfect time for you to drive ALL the way back across the country, to your home. I'd more than appreciate it... your street front has been a serious eye sore.. really bringing down the property values, in the neighborhood.