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.
Time is like a handful of sand, the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers. Anonymous My 20’s: That runner’s high! I love it! I feel like my feet are six inches above the pavement and I could just keep running and running forever. I stretch my runs longer and longer for pure pleasure until I just have to turn back--reluctantly. I’m empowered and kind of in awe of my energy. My 30s: My pregnancy decade. Three kids. I jog behind a stroller with the firstborn; walk with a toddler while pushing a stroller with the second born; walk slowly with my third, stopping so he can drop pebbles down the drain or pat the doggie. I go on occasional walks or slow jogs on weekends or days when my husband is home with all three kids. But I often choose to nap. My 40s: My oldest babysits for thirty minutes so I can go out for a walk. I call it my “by-by walk.” “Mommy’s going for a by-by walk,” I say to soothe my youngest, who c...
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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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