light and blossoms, growth and fire
it's 10:01pm and I really should be working on rearranging the trays of seedlings so that all of the shorter plants are together and all of the taller plants are together, so that none of them are stretching too far for the light. or I should be trying to get my ailing cat to eat, or working on an article I need to hand in before we head to the beach this weekend (spring break! heading back to Hunting Island but this time with dear friends- woohooo!). or showering. or finishing the dishes. or getting the rental house ready for the next round of visitors.
but instead I'm here, getting photos from the last two days off the camera and onto (into?) the computer. and then I click on this and that and then I look at older photos and then it's 10:01 and I've not yet showered, written things I need to write, etc.
the spring light, the blossoming fruit trees and daffodils, the wild violets…. oh my. it's hard to experience these early spring days and not feel a bit giddy and relieved at the newness and the promise and the growth. I recall smiling at the wild violets last year, finding peace and joy and hope in those tiny purple flowers when I was engulfed in such incredible sadness. a year ago this Wednesday I listened in on a conference call with doctors saying my mother might be dying and now just look. she is very much here and alive and well and the wild violets are blossoming again and life goes on.
a bouquet from my girl,
the tomatoes are growing strong and since I'm too much a sucker to pluck out the extras that sprout we now have an obscene amount of tomato plants,
morning beverages for the girls,
and a new wood stove, delivered today. after much deliberation we went with this. I am so pleased and so looking forward to going through much less wood next winter and gosh it's pretty with that soapstone, isn't it? some girls want a closet full of fancy shoes and sparkling jewelry. I am over the moon with this new 400 pound hunk of steel and soapstone. swoon.