A soul in bloom

As I write this, I can hear the wind howling outside. And although the walls here at the manor house on the hill are several feet thick, I can still hear it. Walking today with my creaky knees, I wished I were 20 pounds lighter and then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much. Wouldn’t it be lovely to wish your weight away . . . well, maybe not so much. You always have to be careful what you wish for.

I ate junk food at school today. It’s so tempting because we keep reward treats in the office and those Famous Amos chocolate chip bags are all too easy to grab when I feel stressed. And I’d already eaten my celery sticks and my navel orange . . .

I’m thankful though, that I have food to eat. And I cried again watching the news tonight. I just feel so damn helpless seeing the damage and the suffering in Japan.




These little snowdrops were taken last year. Over the weekend, I noticed our snowdrops had begun to bloom, however there are only two of them. Last year, we had a bumper crop. I don’t understand this.




Perhaps I am supposed to dig them up and divide them. Or buy some little bulbs and plant them next fall.

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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:  when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.  ~Charles Dickens

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.  ~Doug Larson

In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.  ~Mark Twain

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.  ~Terri Guillemets

Play with me. ~George the dog

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Thank you for coming by, my friends. Until tomorrow, then?