Pretty in White

April 25th, 5 more days left in April and 5 more days in the Ultimate Blog Challenge. It is still snowing. My world is pretty in white. The pink garage door is a beautiful accent. I am tired, having stood the while, prepping and putting all the ingredients for chicken soup in the Instant Pot. I feel the snow in my bones. While it is not devastinating pain, it is the ache that can make you scream. So, a tylenol, a cup of tea and a few words of complaint for ease.

The sun is struggling through the grey. Some is better than none. The greenhouse feels amazingly warm at just a little above 10℃. I had to shovel or wade through the deep snow to get to its door. I shoveled. The snow was wet and heavy. It was good exercise. I filled a bucket and added it to the half pail of water inside. Then I filled the bucket again. It will melt down for more watering the beds and seedlings. I hope this will be the last snowfall till next winter. The forecast says flurries are expected to start in 38 minutes. But just now the sun burst through the grey as if to say, No!

Needless to say, the weather and life are a bit strange these days. I feel as if I am living in Margaret Atwood’s science fiction. It would be nice that I’m just having a bad dream. It would be wonderful if when I wake up, there’s no snow and no climate change, no Donald Trump, Pete whatshisname, Kash Patel and all their gang. I wonder if that’s too much to ask for.

Mad as a Hatter

I’m still mad as hell, breathing fire and brimstone, that the world is not according to how I would like it. I feel like bashing my head on the desk. Who do I think I am anyways that I could put in such an order? When has anybody listened and heard me? Perhaps that’s what infuriates me the most, my insignificance and helplessness.

There! I’ve said it outloud. I’m feeling better. It’s like getting a bit of oxygen when you’re gasping for air. I’m feeling like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole. Sometimes I feel like I’m going mad. Wonderland would be a good place to be in for a mind break. I could have tea with the Mad Hatter, March Hare and Door Mouse and talk nonsense.

I really enjoy these wonderful lines.

From Alice.

  • “I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.” 
  • “What is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversations?” 
  • “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” 
  • “Curiouser and curiouser!” 

From the Mad Hatter & March Hare:

  • “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” 
  • “If you knew Time as well as I do… you wouldn’t talk about wasting it.” 
  • “Begin at the beginning,’ the King said, very gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” 
  • “You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.” 

From the Cheshire Cat:

  • “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” 
  • “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.” 
  • “If you don’t know where you are going, any road can take you there.” 
  • “You may have noticed, I’m not all there myself.” 

I haven’t been all there or here lately myself. But I think I’ve chased the madness out of me. I’m feeling much, much better now. What a relief, eh!