It has been an absolutely perfect long weekend. I have been mostly offline and that’s been kind of nice, too. The weather has been breathtaking: spring in all its glory: warm, sunshiny, blue sky beauty. I have magnolia envy and tulip envy and forsythia envy and spirea envy. My hostas are coming up. My columbine is huge and nearly ready to flower. The lilacs behind the garage are on the verge of bursting into bloom. The cherry tree is covered in baby cherries…I mean, white flowers.
I read a good book. I took naps. I repotted all the house plants and emptied 7 pots of plants that were scraggly and sad. I defrosted the freezer, but I didn’t get around to cleaning the fridge (next weekend). I watched the latest episode of Orphan Black. I watched Blackfish, a depressingly sad but extremely thought-provoking documentary about the orcas at SeaWorld. I got up early and gave presents to my husband, whose birthday is today. I went out to lunch with the AWC for American Mother’s Day and I called my mom, whom I miss dreadfully.
And I relaxed. And I thought about how I really could use another 4 days like this. At least.