Ekster la domo: mi kun nudaj piedoj. Fine printempo. #Esperanto #hajko #haiku Outside the house with bare feet. Finally spring.
That old familiar spring weather pattern—sun all week, rain over the weekend—doesn’t pinch the same now that I don’t have to work a regular job. #gratitude
February was crap for running (only got in 1 run, although 14 lifting sessions partially makes up for that). But March is getting off to a great start. #PolarBeat 🏃🏻♂️
These guys came up back in mid-January, and I guess are just going to hide here until spring arrives. 📷 #mbfeb
I bestirred myself to spend three hours yesterday digging up the flower bed in front of our house, separating lilies and daffodils, and mixing in compost. Jackie replanted the flowers that we’d thinned along with some Siberian squills and some irises. Now I can spend the winter dreaming of spring flowers.
For the past three days the high has been supposed to be over 70 tomorrow, and each day when tomorrow comes, the high gets downgraded into the 60s. What’s up with that?
“After having been cold for six months, I’m about ready to spend some time being warm,” I say as I crank the thermostat up to 72℉.
Of the many good things about spring, about now is when the lightening sky starts providing useful cues for waking up. If it’s still dark, I don’t need to check the time and can just go back to sleep. And if it’s getting light outside, it’s time to get up.
Jackie and I went to check out the cherry blossoms at Japan House.
This post is purely to share a few images:
I propose that we change the name of this season from “spring” to “second winter, with pollen.”