March 4th

Hope is that thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

and sings the tune without the words

and never stops... at all.

~Emily Dickinson

I made the season's first batch of suntea today. It was almost ceremonial. The sudden surge of heat has caused my garden to grow like crazy...wow! The bees are buzzing, the flowers are blooming, but no lady bugs yet.
At least the Aphids are happy...little buggers!

no ladybugs

I am really disappointed. It is catastrophically hot and my ladybugs did not arrive, which means they've probably been sitting in the Fed Ex warehouse all day. It got to 93 degrees today. I'm not prepared for this heat and secondly, I'm not prepared to return to school tomorrow after having a nice spring break. OK, I'm done whining now.

spring's precious moments

I spent most of the weekend trying to get writing assignments finished, but I had to steal away from the piles of books and crumpled papers to experience this moment and share it with you...

Who can resist the feelings

of hope and joy

that one gets from participating

in nature's rebirth?

~Edward Giobbi