It’s sunny and 38 as of this writing, and I’d like to get outside, or at least out of the house, today. I did for a couple of hours yesterday, just sitting in my car at the park, but I swear that warm sunshine pouring in sped up the healing. I’m better today, though not exactly well. Better is good, though, and I’ll take it.
Word is the first goldfinch of the season has been spotted around here, and I saw a red wing blackbird yesterday. I’ve heard them over the last few days, but seeing one is a happy thing. The ice continues its retreat from the lake north of here, as well as on the pond at my favorite park some five miles from the house. It won’t be long before it’s nothing but open water, and I am so looking forward to seeing the sunlight dancing on it. The buds on the trees are swelling, too, and the leaves on the flowers outside my window are growing daily, as well as greening up nicely. This is the best part of the year for me, when things come back to life, and all is new again.
Life may not be what I’d hoped for, or what I long for, but it’s still pretty good.