The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven—
All’s right with the world!~ Robert Browning
Welcome Spring! After what seemed, at times, to be a never-ending winter I am delighted to greet you this morning. My mind is full of gardens, projects, sunshine, flowers, and all things light and lovely. How could it be otherwise?
Today, on what looks like will be another sunny day, Maya’s off to the doggy spa, Gerry’s going on a hike, and I’m hunkering down with a writing and photography project. There may also be a trip to the community garden to check on the spinach and garlic–just because.
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Today would have been my dad’s 99th birthday had he not died at age 65. Hard to wrap my mind around.
March 9 would have been my mother’s 101 birthday. Not being able to wrap my head around that deeply resonates with me, too.
Not being able to imagine our parents at that age, and reaching an age they never did, are both things that can mess with one’s mind. We will always miss our mothers I think, don’t you?
I cannot wait until the weather here is of a mind to allow me to plant some flowers in my outdoor pots! That may be about a month away, but I can dream. Right now I’m hustling to move to a new apartment – and out my new back door is a huge patio shared amongst the four 55+ tenants. And I’m looking forward to decorating that with a few flower pots and my outdoor furniture.
Best wishes for the move, Karen. Patio time will be here before we know it–and how nice for you to have a big one right outside your door!