Archive for March 2015
Glitter in in the Air: Pink
March 9, 2015
“I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.”
March 9, 2015The sun is shining and today’s temperature will be in the high 30’s. All week the daytime will be warm, even hitting the high 40’s by Wednesday. All I can hear is dripping, and it almost sounds like rain. The icicles are melting. Most are already gone. The roof has very little snow left. I can see some of the road in front of my house. The ice path on my walk melts a little every day and is getting narrower, smaller. It freezes again at night, but there is less of it in the morning. The piles of snow on the deck are shrinking. That sure as heck sounds like the stirrings of spring to me.
My hyacinth has bloomed. Its flowers are white. It reminds me that under the snow in the front garden are bulbs just waiting to pop their green shoots above the ground. I love it once they finally appear. I check their progress every morning on my way back from getting the papers. I am a bit impatient waiting for the shoots to grow taller and for the first glimpses of buds. I watch as those buds grow higher than the shoots and begin to show the first hints of color. Usually the dainty snowdrops bloom first followed by the dafs. The irises and hyacinths take a bit longer.
Every season has its own smells. In spring the air is fresh and filled with hints of grass and flowers. I love the first warm, spring day when I can open my windows to clear the house of winter’s stuffiness, but they stay open for only a while. By late afternoon, the air is chilly, and it’s time to shut the windows until the next warm day.
Today is an empty dance card.
Just Like a Woman: Bob Dylan
March 8, 2015International Women’s Day!
Man Smart (Woman Smarter): Harry Belafonte
March 8, 2015Mrs. Robinson: Simon and Garfunkel
March 8, 2015Clean Up Woman: Betty Wright
March 8, 2015
“Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! “
March 8, 2015When I went to get the papers, I could hear a bird singing. Its song was so beautiful I stood outside in the cold to listen. All of a sudden it was a spring morning when every bird greets the first light of day and the air is filled with music. This one bird is the beginning of that chorus. Though it was perched on a branch covered in snow, it still found reason to sing. The bird had found its own spring. Now I’m looking for mine.
Warmer weather is on the way. I used to think warmer was the 40’s this time of year. Now I’m happy with above freezing. Yesterday, a sunny day, I could hear the snow slide off the roof and fall to the deck. The thick icicle on my outside front lamp has melted and only a few icicles are left hanging off the edge of the house. Maybe, just maybe, we’re starting to turn the corner from one season to another.
Gracie and I are doing some errands today. She gets her dump run, her stop for dog food, and I get my stop for human food. Tonight is our Amazing Race night. We DVR it on Fridays and do our traditional Sundays starting with games and appetizers and ending with the Race and dessert. I’m the designated appetizer server. We’re having one with apples, walnuts, honey and cheese; another, a hot appetizer, with cherry tomatoes, bacon, mozzarella and goat cheese and, if I have the time and energy, a third with feta, tomatoes and scallions. They all sound so delicious on paper I hope they translate well to real life.
This is a quiet week for me. Last week was totally busy with something every day except the storm day. This week I am booked for a couple of hours of PT and lunch with a friend. That’s it for the whole week so I am adding a bit of excitement by trying a new spot for lunch. I also need to buy a new toilet seat. My cup runneth over with delight.
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