This year, we have icicles on apple blossoms. I feel like that myself sometimes – a bloom encased in frost. I have been poked and prodded and scoped and smushed this week, all for the routine testing to ensure that I am not following in my Mother’s cancer-prone footsteps. And all appears to be well. Just one more test result to go. It is nice to be emerging from this long winter, and I feel changes coming. I am trying to get a grip on whether I want some things to change, and am making steps in some new directions as a writer. I am looking forward to consolidating houses with MKL, although that is an amazingly daunting process. And so looking forward to my sweet cousin coming to visit next month. The house will never have been cleaner. I’m actually enjoying spring cleaning, and have dug a garden bed. There’s a little azalea plant, and some johnny jump-ups, daisies, and globe basil in the sunroom. And my poinsettia seems to have survived repotting – it’s over eight years old now. My boss gave it to me when my Mother died, just before Christmas in 2005.
This seems to be all random stream of consciousness, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s the snowmelt of my mind.
Louisville, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” — William Shakespeare
Daily gratitudes:
Cute babies
My bed
Ginger ale
Surprise flame roses from MKL
Opportunities
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April 16, 2014 at 9:00 pm
slpmartin
A lot of folks seem to be emerging from this long winter with similar feelings.
April 16, 2014 at 9:12 pm
Seasweetie
I think that’s a good thing, slp.
April 17, 2014 at 6:06 am
So Does That Mean I'm Southern
You write so beautifully. Must be those Southern roots. Happy Easter to you!