Spring

How can it be spring already?  For all that I'm thrilled to see the green and the growth and the hope----it seems to make things more final.  Time moves on---whether we do or not.

My mother went into the hospital last October---the week Ernie was at an antique show---and that was basically the end.  It was brutal from then on.  So it was when the leaves were just turning....and now winter is gone and spring is here and she is gone.  And Judi has been gone over a year and my father almost two.

Huh.

But it IS spring.  I got home last night and Ernie and I wandered the yard admiring the fuzzy green leaves of the poppies poking through the ground, the buds on his tree peonies and the the feathery looking purple shoots of the bleeding heart.  It was so nice I almost didn't want to go inside to listen to David Olney but I figured I could work on puttering in the kitchen while we watched.  So we watched and listened and he made us happy.....and I tried to declutter and wipe counters.  Look at that in the picture below....between the computer and the forsythia I forced?  That's a CLEAR spot of counter!

 

My friend Evelyn called me last night and said my newest obsession---with the Apartment Therapy Spring Cure has inspired her.  So Miss Anthropology inspired me, and now Evelyn was inspired by me.  It felt so good to talk to her and to giggle about being excited about something.  So thanks to both Miss Anthropology and to Evelyn. 

I started using Image Spark to hold images that I've been perusing while I try to think of what I want to do in the house.  I had just been using a folder in iPhoto but this is much easier.  Tonight's plan?  Well, I'm meeting a couple of friends for drinks and then I'm supposed to sew Mario's hat back on...  We'll see....