"Nature hath her fill of mirth, and the senses are filled with delights."

The month of May is beautiful here in Tennessee, and my gardening efforts are paying off.

Considering that I have not been able to add new clients to my business, my thoughts have often been with my relationship with Reed*. At times, so has my body.

Two days ago, his job sent him a mere 50 miles from my home for a single night. I was able to improve my mode of dress as I have finally begun to achieve some measureable weight loss. After his initial greetings, he kissed me deeply, and then said something that took me aback: "You are so beautiful and complicated. I can't stop thinking about you."

I looked at him closely and felt a chill, as either I saw a crush, or a man who is falling in love.

I don't remember how I responded.

Later that evening, he played two opera arias that astounded me, as they are two of my favorites. One - Nessun Dorma from the opera Turandot - is common, but the other isn't. I jokingly accused him of breaking into my Pandora or Amazon Music accounts, but couldn't keep from wondering why he chose what he chose, especially as he admits he knows nothing of opera.

The next day, I viewed my Co-Star astrology app on my phone. Although I never took astrology seriously, and am not sure I do now, the last weeks of Co-Star messages have rung eerily true. 

Here's what it said:

"Everything is going well, so you lock your heart in a safe. Why is it so hard for you to trust?"

* See The Usual Suspects.