Well, I've not written in a while. My get up 'n go was lost and it just might be back a bit now. It seems that I have been getting such great pleasure reading the great blogs of others, that I have been feeling a bit insignificant and lacking in the natural ability to write interesting stories lately. Not that this is interesting but at least it's a start. Of course, since I will have no access to my computer for the next couple of months, in July I might have better stories to tell.
Spring is slowly arriving here. I have hung laundry out once or twice, and my baking endeavors have dwindled down to only one - a tomato soup cake, which was recently devoured by us like we never have had cake; maybe because it had the wonderful cream cheese and butter icing!
There is a lily of the valley growing in a crack on the front porch and hundreds more are springing up in the front flowerbed before the ferns and hostas and seedum all take over. The creeping myrtle is all over the back bank. Some people know them better as periwinkles. Yes, the daffodils are fading and falling over, the birds are nesting here and there and everywhere and I saw a goose couple with 6 fluffy tagalongs but didn't have the camera then. We put water filled soda bottles all along the rafters inside the front porch roof because the bird nests were getting way too messy to deal with, especially after the little ones hatch. They have to go elsewhere and I'm sure they have. This is MY nest! Oh! I almost forgot! The grass is growing - everywhere - and the 50 year old willows that were damaged by Irene are now missing - almost.
And so Spring is really coming. Did I forget that it would?