Month: April 2023

As the saying goes.  Spring hasn’t completely sprung – we’re still really mid-bounce.  Several warm days last week, followed by cooler and windy this week.  The trees have commenced budding, and though they haven’t quite unfurled their leaves here yet, it’s on its way. The flowers are sprouting – a couple of bunches of daffodils blossomed until the winds decapitated them.  But more are coming along.  The crocuses are up, and the first few tentative buds are opening on the forsythia. The squirrels and chipmunks are digging up my spring bulbs with joyful exuberance, so all is well with the world. 

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There.  I’ve said it.  As the sassy t-shirt says, “I can’t believe how old people my age are.”  Or worse, “I see these old people, and realize I went to high school with them.”  Yes, age is a stark reality, and as my late aunt used to say, “It isn’t for sissies.”  I can’t even say that I’m “middle aged”, because that would mean that I’m planning to live to 140.

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