Today, I have the joy of spring in my heart.
First of all, I woke to a text announcing the arrival of a little gem. And that’s always a great way to wake up.
And then I stepped outside. And it was so balmy. Seventy degrees in fact. And shame on me if I ever forget to thank God for blessed weather in November. I tried to find the weather archives for November 2008 so you wouldn’t think I am exaggerating when I tell you that the high for the month was about 33 degrees Fahrenheit. And not that that in and of itself is terrible. But when you have that for three and a half solid months, it is. So these beautiful days in November sustain me in those not so beautiful days of January.
After I stepped outside, I knew I had to go buy some bulbs to plant. So I did. (Thank you father phil for the inspiration. I am planning on reaping in joy).
I joyfully planted all 190 bulbs with this goofy smile on my face as I dreamed of stepping outside my front door come March/April/May and being greeted by the absolute lusciousness of these flowers. Because I’m convinced that they will somehow transform my little patio to look like my Grama’s back yard come spring time.
Which looks like this.
Before I think about that too long, I will go back to lovely memories of day and dream about the happiness I felt last spring when I saw my first crocus.