Rejuvenation

Shaking off a touch of cabin fever this week. It started when I was given some pretty little flowers on Sunday. The story is that it was Giada's idea but it's not like she can get to the store on her own and I don't think she's hacked into her piggy bank yet so it's likely that she had some assistance with this brilliant idea of hers. I love that she chose tulips because we grow them and I always say I'm going to cut some to bring inside and then I don't do it because they add so much to the landscaping. This time, they are all mine without the sacrifice. Plus, when set on the kitchen window sill, the block the fact that there still is clean-up ahead. (yes...I'm still talking about this)


The melting snow left behind some snowman parts and lots of branches.


We went for a walk last night after work. It's not a ton of exercise but our usual route is about a mile and a half so it's not something to balk at either. Especially when the three year old walks it on her own. The recent rains have turned our drainage ditches into small streams and left reflecting pools along our street.





All of this is even more beautiful when you see the buds on the trees and you can wear sneakers instead of boots. Morgan loves that she has a million new smells to investigate. It's almost as if she is catching up on the neighborhood gossip.

We don't really live in a neighborhood like you see on television. More like a narrow country road with lots of houses. We don't know everyone but it's still good to get out and see the sights we call home and wave to the courteous drivers as they slow down to pass by. Fresh air has a way of cleansing your mind as if it were laundry on the clothes line.



"Look at the bee-yout-eh-ful sky, Mommy!" "What colors are there?" I hear this almost every morning. We wave to ice cream bear, we look at the sky and sometimes we sing, sometimes not but it makes the drive to work so much more bearable. The times when it is quiet and I don't have the radio cranked up....that is when my mind races. I have idea after idea of what I want to blog about, what I want to do, what I need to do and I try to just remember all of it until I find a scrap of paper where I can jot down key words to remind me at a later time what it was I wanted to share. Some of these notes will amount to nothing. A few words in and it will seem pointless and I will hit the delete key over and over until my mind and screen are clear and I can start again.

And since tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, you can be sure I will be having another one of these!

Sláinte!