Friday, February 11, 2011

First signs of spring

I love spring. It's my favorite season and each year when I hear the birds whistle after the winter I feel deeply grateful.

This morning I heard them.

No lovesongs yet, but they were talking to each other like they owned the world. I'm sure they did.

A quick walk through the garden learned that the yellow flowers, not forsythia but little flowers growing in a ball on long straight stems, had small green leaves.
I also saw green from some bulbs and I'm sure there was a lot more, but it started to rain and I didn't want to stay outside too long in a t-shirt.

Ofcourse I felt the urge to work in the garden, but there's enough to do inside, so I want to give that all my attention first.

Today I prepared the monday morning event by collecting the last mails and sending them for printing.
I can't do anything more now and it makes me nervous.

Lots of laundry was waiting. It's all on the lines now.
And lots of chores.

The work here is never done and I wish it would be.

After cooking I left the dishes to be attacked with energy by someone else.

It's raining now, tomorrow the north will be dealing with icy roads and maybe even a bit of icerain or snow. The soputh will have temperatures in the double digits. 13 degrees celcius.
They say it's going to rain.

The girls have to be at the open house of school. Maybe we'll have a chance to go to the shoppingcentre. I badly need new shoes for daily use. Maybe I can find something at a low prize.
Keep your fingers crossed.
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