Spring Clean Up

I have a hard time in the spring getting into the swing of things outside. For the most part, I am a blob in the winter, and get so out of shape. I am one of those people that has to have the sun, and let's face it, winter doesn't have much of that. I'm kind of like a motor that is hard to start. The engine turns a couple of times, stops, turns a couple of times, stops. You get the picture. It takes several attempts going out, sizing things up, doing a couple of things, then coming back in, losing interest. Each year it gets harder to build up that momentum of continuation.

So when clean up time outside comes around, it takes me a good while to work up the gumption to get out there and dig in to what the winds and ice, and who knows what else has been deposited in the yard. There is extra stuff to do out there too, as all of the tree that fell on the house is still out there waiting for me to cart off. It got cut into pieces, but couldn't burn it because of the roofers, and once the roof got done, bad weather started right up, so there it sits. I went out once over last weekend and kind of started to do some pick up, but didn't get very far, and now, today decided to try again. Out comes the rake, gloves, garbage can for sticks and leaves. I started in the front yard, got a small area done, emptied the can on the burn pile, and it was already time for a break.

It is such a beautiful day, that when I came in, about all I want to do is sit here with the windows open, smell the fresh air, and listen to the sounds of the birds, and wildlife. I'm thinking that it will probably be another couple of tries before I am really hepped up about getting out in the yard.

Get the Hot Dogs!

The first of many bon fires this Spring. I have that huge tree to burn. Marshmallow anyone?

They Lived!

This is the first time I have brought in plants from outside to replant in the Spring that lived! Not only did they live , they bloomed!

One of the Most Beautiful Songs I Have Ever Heard

Loreena McKennitt - Dante's prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Chorus:
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire

Chorus
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Chorus
Please remember me
Please remember me, ...

Tears of Joy

After a week of this vigil of the dying dog, she stood up yesterday, came to me to be petted, went to the water dish and drank, went out to potty, and ate a few morsals of popcorn that were coming out of the pan I was popping. This morning, she sprang up, drank, went potty, came in and ATE a few morsals of her food, then barked at the cat. It has been a week since she has eaten, and any sound has come from her. Tears of joy from me! I thought I would never hear her again. Looks like she is rebounding from near death! I wasn't ready to give her up just yet, even though through tears and hugging her and telling her it was okay to die earlier this week, I'm glad she didn't. I had even made "that call" to have her put down, but changed my mind and didn't take her in.

The true test to see if she is really getting better will be when I talk on the phone. She hates it when I talk on the phone and barks at me to the point I want to strangle her...ha! I discovered it was just too quiet with her gone. I missed her, and glad she is back, if even for a short amount of time.

A Week of Tears

Some friends and relatives have been asking why I haven't been posting lately. I have been spending most of my time with my dog, Lucy. She is dying, and I have been by her side as much as possible. I just haven't been in the mood to do any writing. Over and out.