Today is spring in all its glory. It is already 63° and will get warmer. The sun is glint your eyes strong. The sky is a light blue. A slight breeze is swaying the small branches and the dead oak leaves. It is a day to bring a smile.

Yesterday I got a rental. I am mobile again. Three of my errands were crossed off the list. This week I have uke practice, my lesson and three concerts. I’m glad for the car.

When I was a kid, this was my favorite time of year. The winter clothes were gone, no more layers. The mornings were warmer, and the air smelled sweet. Gardens bloomed with early flowers like the dafs. Their bright colors pushed away the gray of winter. I was so glad for the bright yellow. The afternoons were longer. The street lights came on later. I remember going inside to watch my afternoon TV programs while I waited for supper. I remember The Mickey Mouse Club. It was how I learned to spell ENCYCLOPEDIA, thanks to Jiminy Cricket. Even now, if I spell it, my voice is sing songy. We always had mashed potatoes, a vegetable and maybe ground beef or chicken. I loved meat loaves. I loved when my mother frosted them with mashed potatoes. Peas and corn were my favorite vegetables. I only tolerated carrots. I ate green beans but didn’t like them much. They always seemed squishy. 

When I was young, I was never into girly clothes. I was into comfort even back then. During the colder weather, I wore dungarees, girls’ dungarees. In the winter they were lined. I also wore flannel shirts and long sleeved blouses. Sweatshirts didn’t have hoods. I always wore sneakers, Keds. I had to wear uniforms to school, mostly skirts and blouses. Even in college I had to wear skirts until the winter of my sophomore year. It was so cold they allowed us to wear pants. That was the end of skirts and dresses. In Ghana I had to wear dresses, but I didn’t mind. I had my seamstress make my dresses with Ghanaian cloth. They were beautiful. On my trips back, I wore pants as did many Ghanaian women. I did miss the women dressed in traditional clothing made with local fabrics.

My yard needs a clean-up from Nala’s trash. I’ll use my prisoner’s stick. The bird feeders need filling. It is a good day for outside work. 

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