Spring with Flurries

Spring is here-ish. The daffodils are almost finished, the tulips are coming on, the blossoms have just started on our backyard cherry trees and I've been weeding like a madwoman AND they are predicting snow flurries this weekend.

Yes. Life is like that. All or nothing. And then sometimes - everything at once. Is absolutely everything a metaphor for life with a capital "L"? I believe it is.

Haven't done this blog thing in a long time. So much has happened.

Cancelled the trip to China due to their ice and snow storms. Quickly rebooked for a month in Morocco ending with a week in Paris. Good thing I brought one tiny little stuff sack with cold weather gear cuz that's mostly what I wore the entire 5 weeks. So much for seeking warmth. Somehow it just didn't work. I'm beginning to find the whole mobile home in Florida schtick very appealing. Maybe I could learn how to lawn bowl or something.

I hate to whine but I'm really sick of being chilled and thick feeling. OK. The whining moment is done. The garden is starting to look pretty groovy and I've been playing with taking some photos of some of the stuff that is embedded among the plants. Like this photo of the old rusty underwood that sits beneath our arbutus tree between the bunches of salal and crumbling leaves.