Spring is definitely here. Although it was cooler (down in the 50s) the last couple of days, this weekend will be in the 70s. I went out yesterday and raked leaves out of part of my woods garden so the daffodils can come up -- the foliage is already a good four inches tall!
I love spring. It's a time of possibility and the start of green growing things. It's not the lazy days of summer, when the garden is in and needs almost no tending. It's the busy time: cleaning, planting, pulling weeds. It invigorates me.
I'm still sick, but on the mend, I think. I'm just healing very, very, VERY slowly. I must have picked up some super germ and my typically uber-strong white blood cells are fighting a difficult foe. They're winning, but I suspect their own losses are extreme. And yes, I can see it like a little movie in my head -- white soldiers with swords up against black and olive green ones. Lots of yelling and bloodshed. Thankfully, they have no cavalry or that would get uncomfortable. *G*
I still haven't done much blog-hopping (I opened Google reader yesterday, screamed at the numbers and closed it again). Next Monday, I'm determined to feel well enough to truly get back to my routine.
Hope everyone is fine -- I try to peek in on Facebook now and then to see my friends. Have a great weekend!
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