Ahh...so true.
And here we sit, having washed and dressed and already seen half a day slip away, just me and the Mac, trying to come to terms with the to-do list in time to do the to-dos before the clock strikes 5. Or 6, since part of my task list involves the left-coast time zone and that buys me sixty minutes or possibly ninety depending on when they punch out over there. Never-the-less the clock ticks and tocks incessantly as I ponder the remaining notations in my planner and pause long enough to check the weather on-line to see whether the readings match what seems to be true when I wander out onto the deck and think to myself...whoa, it’s way too nice out here to be in there.
But in here I am, my responsibility gene getting the better of me. Sometimes tending one’s planet requires one to stay indoors. So I do. That’ll make Lucy and the little prince happy. I even managed to get a load of laundry done, something I had not even put on the list.
Springtime in Colorado is not an easy time to spend days indoors, as the landscape is transformed into a beautiful, inviting playground, the warmer temperatures luring us out to play, not work. And while I may be partial to this part of the world, spring manages to transform even the drier, less seasonal areas of the world. Wayne, a blog reader and former listener to the radio show, snapped these pictures in his desert garden just a few days apart.
It has been said that springtime is the land awakening, nature’s way of saying, “let’s party!”
Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. – Charlesworth
