Ready For A Nap

Love the lilacs--nothing else like them

I was up and on the trail early this morning. I love these crisp, cool mornings when the trail isn't very busy.  I thoroughly enjoyed smelling these lilacs along the way and being serenaded (does a loud honk qualify as a serenade?) by these geese. They walked along with me for a bit.

Yesterday we ran to one of our favorite plant nurseries and bought a grundle.  We've some sedum (I thought we were getting a 24 pack but there were 32 plants in there - and I'm hoping the label "perennial" is totally true), and some annuals ( alyssum and geraniums), an assortment of tomatoes and some cucumbers just for me.  And a tree!  We finally found a tree to put in the front! I'm so excited to see how this little redbud does, I so love that tree variety.

My geese friends.

So after my morning walk, I planted the sedum.  We laid the soaker hoses back in the gardens (this year: no pulling out cotton and sticky seeds from the former yard-resident cottonwood trees) and planted corn and peas (though I fear we're too late for the peas) and carrots. It's a bit too early for the tomatoes and annual flowers, and for turning on the water.  They tell us to wait until after Mother's Day around here to plant those more freeze-fragile plants.  But we're pretty eager to see how things turn out.

Then, after lunch, the grocery was my destination and a brisk walk down every aisle was my journey.

Now, I'm home and I'm just a teensy worn out.  :^)

Almost blooming.

Last night a friend who's a physical therapist came over and worked on my neck for a while.  It's been bothersome for at least a month. It felt pretty fine when she left.  And I tried really hard to not sleep on my stomach (which is my favorite sleeping position. Yeah, I know, it's not a good sleeping position.  I can't help what feels the most comfortable.) I feel like there's a bit of improvement today, but it's hard to tell if it's really improvement, or if I'm just getting used to it.  Not being able to turn my head to the left without pain is crummy.  In my less chipper moments, I think it's hopeless.

The sunshine is glorious.  The current 70 degrees almost feels too warm.  And it's just lovely.  I'm hoping this spring lasts a bit longer than our usual 15 minutes. (Actually, it's more like 10-14 days of spring, then it goes straight to hot no matter what the calendar says.)

I'm grateful for some good books to read - at least I hope they're good. I'm grateful for the flower buds on the hawthorne tree,  it survived the winter just fine - and for the scent of lilacs that never fails to make me smile.  (I warned The Husband that our errands might take a bit longer over the next couple weeks while I beg him to "pull over, now; there's a blooming lilac I want to smell!")  I'm grateful that the R.S. lesson feels like it's coming together a bit.  If only I could figure out how to jump in and begin.  (Every time I say something like that, my son tells me to begin at the beginning.  He's a tease.) That's one of the most challenging parts of teaching, at least to me.  And I'm so grateful for something fun to look forward to tomorrow night.