It is a long work day, but it's made easier with a start of oatmeal on the porch...
...and by a glance out at the daffodil and lily patch, where the green stalks are getting taller by the minute!
...and I even don’t mind the chipmunks that are cavorting through my flowerbeds. They’re a nuisance, sure, but their play is my play today.
Rosie is ready to go this morning. These days she and I are one. I no longer reach automatically for a seat belt when I turn on her engine. On the rural roads, she is my song, my spirit and today -- my spring dance.
Between classes, I take a short stroll to the lake. Some of the Union Terrace chairs and tables are out. Earlier than ever! No outdoor food service yet, but at lunch time, people bring their own foods outside, to eat near this great wonderful body of water.
And finally, in the evening, I'm home.
And I notice that some of the fruit trees are budding!
Everyone knows that I have always favored spring. All seasons, yes, I like them all, but spring is special. Now is the time to feel buoyant, now is the time to sketch plans for the months of summer, now is the time to smile again and again, just at the beauty of it all.
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