This blog post is not about that which shall not be named. You know what I’m referring to.
No, not him.
Yes, that! I’m not going to blog about it. I’m not going to name it. I’m not going to spend another second on it. What I am going to blog about is happiness, joy, jubilation — Spring!
Although it feels as if the world is going to crash and burn, the earth is still spinning and that means the seasons change. Winter is gone, and even though I can’t say the sad memories of the winter went with it, the season of snow and ice, freezing cold temperatures, and dark nights is behind me.
What? It’s going to snow tomorrow? WTF!
Screw it, let it snow. One thing I’ve learned is that where there’s a will there’s a way and spring has a very strong will. As I hobble about in my gardens, I’m thrilled to see tender shoots peaking up from the cold earth.
My doctor cleared me to do some light yard work; 20 minutes at the most. Sooooo, I’ve been doing about two hours of raking each day and then moaning at night because my hip hurts. Hey, the gardens aren’t going to clear themselves, you know. Although, that would be very cool if they did.
There’s still a ton of work to be done, but you know what else they say: One day at a time, baby.
I’m thrilled to write that the bluebirds are still gracing my mealworm feeders on a daily basis.
I know my sister, Dyan, is bringing them to my yard. Thank you, la mia amata immortale.
A friend told me once that I don’t have many pictures of American robins. That’s because they move so damn fast, always running here and there, looking for worms. All I end up with is a bunch of blurry photos. Well, not this time. This time the early, elderly old lady with the titanium hips gets the job done.
Let’s see, what else can I tell you about the first weekend of spring here in my little corner of the Concord River?
No, I’m not going to mention that, stop asking.
Harlee turned seven today! Happy birthday, big guy.
That just about does it for me. Oh, one last thing I need to mention…
No, not that.
The Goldeneye ducks came back. Two drakes and a hen. A ménage à trois of waterfowl! Cool.
Oh, and the Wood duck drake has been hanging around, but, sadly, no hen this year.
Now I’m finished.
Nope, still not going to mention it.
Stay safe, wash your hands, don’t touch your face or anyone else’s face, and, above all, remember to see the beauty in the world around you.
Blessed be :}
Mi manchi, mio immortale.