I’m superstitious about the number 13.
I think it’s a really happy number. And I’m not the only one: in some cultures, 13 is considered a LUCKY number.
My Friday the 13th was pretty much a perfect day. What makes a perfect day, you ask?
Flowers, of course. Anyone know what that plant is? It gets two or three feet tall, spreads by thick running shoots just under the soil surface, and has a kind of nasty white milky sap. But it’s super pretty and tough. It was given to me by a friend and I lost the tag, and my friend doesn’t remember what it is. I love that it blooms so early in the year with such a wonderful vivid orange.
Warm weather; warm enough to open the windows. It’s been a cold spring. Open windows were a welcome change.
In the end, Friday the 13th is just another day around here. Just another really good day.