More is packed and of course, more needs to be packed. There is an assortment of oddly shaped items stuffed like sardines into my car for a trip to the new house. I am in fervent hopes that I can open the back hatch without everything falling out once I get there. Of course, it if all goes rolling down the street – there might be some great laughs for all of you in upcoming blogs.
I am meeting a grand assortment of prospective tenants for my present home. Screening people is not my forte; I tend to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I dread the lessons I have yet to learn about this business. On the other hand, meeting people is great and this is all part of my grand new adventure! More to follow, I am sure.
We got a lovely, wet snow last night. Several inches of the kind that does so much good. It is melting fast and I noticed this morning there are already some daffodils sticking up through the white stuff. These heralds of the coming spring are so pretty and so welcome after the difficult winter we have just survived.
Speaking of which – the time change – already!
So off I go to the new house, wondering what kind of flowers are going to come up in my new yard. I probably will be able to plant tulips now and not have deer stand four feet from my door and munch away, loving every bite of my futile efforts to bring more than one color to the forest. I learned; daffodils only in the forest. Here’s a tidbit from the past. Narcissus (daffodil) is poisonous. Soldiers in the days of knights and shining armor used to carry a bulb in their pockets and if they were speared in the stomach or received some other slow and painful death-type injury, they would eat the bulb to shorten the agony. How the rabbits, deer, and gophers know to avoid them, I can’t fathom, but I suppose nature needed at least one beautiful flower to survive and brighten our hopes after a long, cold winter. Happy spring everyone!