Today, I was outside as much as possible. I moved dirt, raked, pulled, picked up Winter-blown garbage, created a new bed, and felt the sun on my bare arms for the first time in nearly a century (or at least it felt that long). My freckles are making their annual DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME statement. Like I could. There is a long Master List on my desk of garden Things To Do and I feel great! In the last several days, all of us have been needing to get outside. We have flown kites and blown bubbles. (It is really hard to get a picture of bubbles.) We stare at the Spring bulbs that are just beginning to show their brilliant, awakening color. The sidewalk is covered with chalk.
And, look who is nine months old:
Closer . . .
I am expecting at least one more good snow, here in the Mountains, but I'm taking every glimmer of sunlight and unfrozen soil that is offered.
Can you feel it, too?