The days are passing pleasantly. Neighbor Logan (13) still comes over occasionally, and recently he looked in our game closet and got out a game of balance. I played at the beginning, but I knew I was going to unbalance the tower. Logan continued to withdraw a piece and put it on the top until it finally collapsed.
I’ve had my top for St. Patrick’s Day for several years. When a garment can be worn only one day a year, that’s what you wear on the appointed day. Because I went to church on line, the only person who saw it was daughter Lise as we chatted with FaceTime. This called for a selfie to remember the day.
The weather took a step backward. Daffodils were at their peak the night we had a hard freeze. Neighbor Joyce texted all the households on our street, inviting us to come cut all the daffodils we wanted before they froze to death. I went up before dark, her first responder. When I began to cut blooms, she came out and cut more for me than I would have taken. I’m not good at arranging flowers. I don’t have many vases, either, so I put the daffies in with cuttings I’m rooting. I felt the flowers brightened the room considerably.
Gardening neighbors were covering some of their plants, so I found a sheet to put over tender tulips in the back. Daughter Lise brought them from Amsterdam and planted them last year. Time will tell if it helped. The morning after the freeze, I was amazed that Joyce’s daffodils still looked good. Texting later, she said they had frozen. She touched one bloom, and it broke apart. She predicts that they will soon droop and look awful. Meanwhile, I am enjoying the bouquet on my kitchen counter.
I was surprised to find donuts decorated for Easter at the supermarket. It seemed a bit early, but that didn’t keep me from buying them – and eating them!
Mehrling Muse 