After 2 weeks in the frozen north… well, semi-frigid Chicago, to be more accurate, it was like stepping into Paradise to walk outside the airport yesterday into 66+
Farenheit weather. My daffodils have all
sprouted, except for the one pot where the squirrels dug the bulb up the day
after I planted it (sprouted, but not bloomed - not sure why)
I’m hungry for color, after the overcast gray of Chicago.
I’m hungry for warmth, after the bitter chill
of the windy city.
It’s spring.
I should be tilling the soil, poring over seed catalogs,
planting a vegetable garden. Instead,
I’m trapped inside coughing my lungs out. Even if I weren’t, there’s not much outside work connected with living
in an apartment.
I’m thinking, though, that I can at least open my windows,
and get some fresh air in here. And next
weekend, when it’s mid-March, I can move the larger plants outside and free up
some of the space inside the house again.
Then, in April, I can move the rest of the plants out, and
do my spring cleaning.
Today, though…. Today all I’m going to do is bring my girls
home, and spend the rest of today loving on them. I’ve missed them so much on
this trip that I dreamed about them. I’m
glad I’m home for a couple weeks, so I can really enjoy their company. And since I’ll be staying home for a couple days, trying to shake this
illness, we’ll get to rediscover each other. I can’t help but think it’s confusing to them, to be spending so much
time at the dogsitter.
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