A birthday party. Every child relishes getting older. Her parents can’t believe it happened so fast. And for Grandma? We aren’t even going to go there. I have to say, it was pretty cool watching her read her own cards this year. Needless to say, time marches on.
Even the allergy thing seems to be moving on. Thank goodness. I don’t know why my left eye was so sensitive, and not the right one, but the tears have slowed and I no longer have to carry the tissue box with me. The crabapple trees (white blossoms) are getting past their prime. Now the plums and cherry trees are beginning to dazzle the neighborhood with their pink finery, and one of my favorites, the Canada cherries are wafting their aromatic loveliness at me as I walk. Nature is putting on quite the spring show.
I’ve planted, transplanted, and dug all I’m going to dig for a while, my contribution to Easter, renewal, and my favorite kind of art – the garden. I’m changing a couple of rocks around, and there is one more piece of outdoor furniture to be moved. I’m actually going to wait for help to move it. “What? you say. Waiting is so unlike me, but I suppose it is a testament to my getting older or wiser. Take your pick.
My set of kids who live the farthest away are on the move. Yay. That means before too long I’ll have another grandkid in my arms, always a good thing. My grandsons are turning out to be great hikers. I am so thrilled and proud of them. I can’t wait to hike with them.
Well, my YA novel is in the hands of beta readers. This is where you discover the glitches you can’t see yourself because you are too close to the work. Then comes re-writes and editing. In the meantime, I have another book project, kids moving, gardening, hiking, a trip to plan, etc. so I should be able to stay plenty busy.