This morning was really lousy. First, the good old Daylight Saving Time robbed me of an hour of sleep. Then it was the usual gray, overcast and gloomy type of day that really kills any ambition I might have after being sleep-deprived.
Then around 2 in the afternoon, the sun came out for a brief period and the temperature really went up. It felt like Spring! I could take off my quilted puffer coat (the garment I have been living in for what seems like eternity) and put on my light unlined windbreaker. What a change. It is gray again, but the warmth makes all the difference.
Then, to boot, I had a really nice, long talk with my daughter on the phone. She is not too much of a phone person, but she had lots of news from work, and we discussed other things as well. It was great.
The silence around here gets to me, sometimes.
Tomorrow I want to clean up my hellebore plant. The other name for it is the Lenten Rose, as it blooms (with dark purple, almost black flowers) in March every year faithfully. Oh to be able to get my hands dirty again.
So, a day that started out seeming like it would be business as usual, turned out to be really great.
Pray for our troops.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Not a good picture of the hellebore–I ‘ll show you a better one (if I can) after I cut it back. This is from several years ago.
Spring beginning to break out is reviving for those of us experiencing it! Some optimism in the air. I had completely forgotten about the time change, my clocks changed automatically, and I could have gone on with my life without ever realizing that I had lost an hour, if my daughter hadn’t commented about it.
Yes, spring is such a reviving time. It is around the corner now.
No DST, in these parts, but I still lost an hour’s sleep. Sundays are my earliest morning, because I go out for breakfast and prefer to get to whatever restaurant I choose early on, in order to beat the crowd. But I woke up an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than I needed to. I got up, checked the news and got a head start on the day, arriving at the restaurant at about sunrise, and fully awake well before I needed to have been.
A little sunshine does wonders for the spirit. Even here, in sun country, I feel cheated on cloudy days. We need that sun.
It is a basic need.
It is Spring in Arkansas, flowers blooming all over the place – the most bunderful time of the year.
Yes, Dave It is starting to get really nice here. Welcome sprngtime!