spring

S is for SURLY

Spring is not always what it’s cracked up to be – full of sunshine, joy and green things pushing up from the ground. Today was tough, the temperature in the minus double digits. My back trouble nagged me through the night into the morning and well into the afternoon. I was feeling surly and well nigh miserable. I hate to complain but why shouldn’t I? Why can’t I ventilate and ease some of my miseries? That’s what ‘they’ tell you to do. Let it out. But when you do, ‘they’ label you a complainer. So I let off steam here. It’s coming out both ears.

Thank goodness for Sue Grafton’s alphabet series. A good thriller takes my mind off my various discomforts. I’ve read A is for Alibi in one day. It’s that good. Now I’m feeling at a loss but at least my back is better. It’s not spasming and making me scream out anymore. I feel less grumpy and hostile. But I’m not feeling nice. I still feel somewhat like hell. I have another Sue Grafton on hand – D is for Deadbeat. That describes me at the moment. I better save that for tomorrow in case I have a repeat of today. Besides, it is almost supper time.

You and I know that some days are better than others. Today is definitely not a better day. But it is what it is. I have to deal with it as best as I can and not to make it worse. Obviously my body is telling me to rest. I should accept it as a gift. I can lull around, mope, drink tea, read, get grumpy, eat chocolate…without feeling guilty. It is okay not to feel on top of the world. I don’t have to smile. I can scowl if I feel like it. So there! Take that any way you like. Tomorrow is another day.

 

 

COME SATURDAY

Today is one of those perfect, perfect Saturdays.  I hear the Sandpipers song, Come Saturday Morning in my head.

“Come Saturday morning
I’m going away with my friend
We’ll Saturday-spend to the end of the day
Just I and my friend
We’ll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles
And then we’ll move on
But we’ll remember long after Saturday’s gone”

The song brings a picture of a happy sunny spring morning. And I am feeling mellow and happy. There is a spring to my step as Sheba and I started out on our walk.

IMG_0773The sun was shining, the air fresh and warm. The birds were singing their own melodies.  In the park the children had ball practice. Sheba and I watched awhile and then we went on our way home.

The day has flown by.  My peas and beans are finally coming up as well as the carrots.   The potatoes are pushing their way out of the soil.  As much as I love the birds in the yard, I do not want to share my garden goods with them yet.

I heard that shiny objects deter them.  I hung a couple of shiny red bags along the fence where the peas are and strung some ribbons on the obelisk for the scarlet runners.

It looks a bit like a party, doesn’t it?  I hope the birds don’t think and come!

THE WONDER IN ME

IMG_0515I slept in on this 22nd day of April.  It felt great just to let go and luxuriate in the warmth of my bed.  Sheba felt the same in her own bed.

There is no need to be Wonder Woman 24/7.  Missions and disasters can wait.  Others will have to rescue themselves.  Our office is closed today.  We are resting and recuperating.  We have to fix our energy leaks.

Still, we got up, dressed up and have shown up – all in good time.

We are not behind.  We are exactly where we should be.  The turkey soup is back simmering on the stove.  The dishes are washed and put away.  We have walked on the sunny side of streets, rejoicing in the coming of spring.  Surely this time I must be right.

Life is a wonder, n’est pas?

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

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It’s Sunday morning, a new day, a new dawn, a new week.  The sun is shining bright, its warmth melting the remaining snow.  It is finally spring at last!  My geraniums are germinating, their little heads pushing their way through the soil.  For me, it is always a miracle to see this birthing.  And I have a part in this process.

Let me rejoice and greet this day and new beginning with gladness and gratitude in my heart.  Let me be generous and forgiving in my soul.  And lest I forget, be ever so humble.  There but for the Grace of God, I could be in others’ shoes.