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It has happened – finally.
That one day in Spring when, all of a sudden, it’s as if you have opened eyes that have been closed for six months. You look up and suddenly you see that the willow trees have sparked into green. That there is grass – actual green grass – where before there was just a brown memory of grass. I almost wrecked the truck the other day because I caught a glimpse of white bud blossoms on a passing tree and tried to crank my head 180-degrees for a better look.
At the Bungalow, things are growing. I have no idea what they are, and won’t until they are in full-bloom; I suspect the bush by the back door is a lilac, which would make me terribly happy, but honestly, I won’t care what it is. I do know that there are tulips by the front fence. In the Fall, I will plant some fragrant daffodils, like those coming up at Ex-Pat’s house, by my doorstep.
It hasn’t seemed like we’ve had enough moisture to make things green. Unlike my friends in Chicago and Boston, we’ve had a fairly easy winter, weather-wise. Emotion-wise, it’s a different story, at least for me. I backslide emotionally – as I did last night – and so I hope the inspiration of spring, which does not backslide but continues to grow gracefully into itself and the next season and the one after that, will serve me well this year. I need it.
Time to go pick up Kelsea, paint and the surprise. Have a lovely day.
Photo title: Bottle Sheik
Do you see the peeking sheik?
Quote of the day: “The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge