I wander through the winter weary yard,
a collage of brown,
crisp and dry,
asleep
but for the tender tulip tips
blushing pink,
but not shy.
They know the power they contain,
the joy they'll bring when the sun gets serious.
Today was the first time in a long, long time that I’ve called Bruce an asshole—and the first time since his cancer diagnosis. How can you call some one with cancer an asshole? After all, cancer patients don’t feel good--they’re dealing with a deadly disease, there are all sorts of worries, frustrations, and side effects and changes to their bodies, quality of life issues... and all the other little quirky symptoms that I only find out about about when Bruce tells his nurse. I’m pretty patient and understanding by nature, and all the more so now when he vents the inevitable “ cancer anger ” a little (or a lot). Today he got impatient and snippy, frustrated that we couldn’t merge our iCalendars—he hates when technology goes awry. Who doesn't? For him, it's one more thing out of his control. He started to tell me what I’d done incorrectly in the attempt to merge, and kept cutting me off when I tried to show him what I did...which, by the way, was corre...
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No tulips here yet outdoors, but there are some in pots that have been "forced" to bloom.
It's snowdrops and crocuses. The daffodil shoots are well up, but no flower buds yet. A few weeks from now we'll have hosts of them, as some old poet put it. My hydrangea plants have leaves starting, the first stirring in my plant-pots
Not just the flowers, we have birds back from their winter in Africa. The larger birds now, too early for the songbirds, swallows etc. I love the smallish black-headed gulls, but they've not arrived yet.
Frost this morning, but warmish sunshine burned it away by mid-morning.
And it was daylight at 6am, more light every day.
We have come through!
Ross
"When the sun gets serious"
Love it!
Wonderful colors too.
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