Falling into patterns each day, more and more. Wake up. Make Coffee, check the so called news, and then turn on WBUR Classical Music, open the door to our guest bedroom and breathe, and exercise, and give thanks for all we have. Our house is just the right side, my christmas ear phones block out the french lessons of my partner, and our newish bed is organic and wonderful. What more can a self imposed quarteened lady need?
Spent time outside yesterday, cleaning up the planters, and some of the herb garden. Our Webber grill has been dusted off and is in the yard now. The bard owls talk to us day and night. A lovely sound.
I have time to get peaceful with my arthritic body. We talk, sometimes the body listens. Works for me. Tonight, will be the first time of this spring 2020 season. Let there be smoke, I say.
Soon, it will truly be spring. The hummingbirds will be back, the phoebees will guard their territory
I will be outside more, exercise and work more in the gardens. It is not perfect, but it is good.
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