Sun, o glorious sun!!

There are lots of "feelgood" sensations

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To me, one of the best ones by far

Is the warmth of the spring sunshine on my bare arms.

The first day of the year that I can be outside

in just a T-shirt

And not have to shiver

To feel the spring sun's warmth on my skin.

To lay on the trampoline & watch my son try to convince Monty to bring the ball back

To gaze around my yard and think of all the projects I have for this year

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To lay my head down on my warm arms,

close my eys,

and give into the sun.

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MMMMmmmmmmmmmmm!!!

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Wishing you all sunny days ahead!!

Only the best

Wouldn't it be great if we could choose, before we are born

which of our parents' characteristics we wanted?

If we could, in effect, from a limited list,

choose who we are to be?

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What would you choose?

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From my mom, I would choose

creativity

the ability to speak up for myself

the ability to make friends easily

to connect with strangers

honesty

determination

sense of family

and her pleasure at simple things

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From my Dad I would choose

knowledge

humour

down to earthedness

determination

honesty

openess with affection

creativity

sense of preconception

and being secure in the knowledge that he can do anything he sets his mind to

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What would you choose??

image credit here

Look what I see!!

Can spring really be here??

The pussy willows seem to think so

(And, if I do say so myself, this is a great picture in which my camera behaved as it should)

Can it be...can it really be......my tulips coming up!!

(Tulips in the garden, tulips in the park, but my favorite tulips, are two lips in the dark)

((sorry, that was written in my gr. 9 yearbook, have never forgotten some of those!))

And, even the daffoldils seem to believe its time to wake up

(And my camera was not behaving here!)


Green onions grow plentifully here, probably because no many other kinds of vegetables do.
You won't see any cucumbers or lettuces or cabbages in our neck of the woods!

What do I predict will be my biggest garden pest this year??

Monty!

Playing in the last remaining snow patches

Or so I thought until I got up this morning

and opened my bedroom curtains!!

Hopefully, by the end of the day, it will be all gone,

allthough, as I look out my window at 9:45, it's still snowing lightly

That's okay, its just because I, along with half, make it three quarters, of our town

took our snow tires off last week.

'Till next time!

Life gets in the way

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass,

It's about learning to dance in the middle of it"

I've been kind of in and out of storms lately

Once in a while there's an hour or two when the sun breaks through

Then the gales come back in double force

Its been hard to hold my breath

And then to keep breathing again

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This has put me behind in my schoolwork

(Didn't feel like doing much of anything last week)

So now I'm playing catchup

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I'm going to play a quick catchup in blogland

'Cause darn it all, I miss you all!

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((xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox))

photo credit here

Happy Weekend!!

We don't get many rainy days here, but today we are having one, half mixed with snow. I had an adorable, cheerful, pink picture I had cut out of a magazine to scan in and post on just a day like today, but my scanner does not always like my firewall protection, and is being finicky. So, I took these out of an email I received, and, without further adieu, Happy Weekend to all!!!!!!

Hump Day (as in over the hump of midweek)

Coffee and the paper

That's my wednesday morning ritual.

Good rituals are good habits

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Wednesdays are the days that our local paper comes out.

Most often I go to town,

Pick up the paper, go to Timmie's (Tim Hortons, for you uncanadians)

Have a coffee & a bagel & the paper.

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This morning I didn't go to town,

But still had my ritual.

(I may need 2 cups this morning)

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I have almost an unreasonable anticipation for wednesdays

There is hardly ever anything in the paper that I didn't already know

Small towns being what they are

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I already knew about the state of the timber industry, the new drama lady who had come to town, the fact that we will likely have a harsh fire season because of the dry winter, the occurance of the banker's variety show this past weekend, that there had been a charge in the sinking of the "Queen of the North" in which 2 local residents were never found, that the grad fashion show is coming up, that the Taskeo mine project is controversial, that local teenager Taya is in the children's hospital with cancer, that Art had turned 90, and that our friend Bud had died peacfully.

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I did not know that an impaired driver drove into the ditch, that a home in Forest Grove had burnt down because of a chimney fire, that the Garlic Festival was being resurrected, that 2 local girls had been invitied to play in an elite Vancouver spring hocky league, that there had been a fire drill at the junior high, or that the South Cariboo Idol search is underway.

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I do know that this post will likely have bored you all to tears.

Sorry 'bout that.

That's life in a small town.

And I love it.

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(What I don't know is why when I tab to the next line, there is a space between the lines, does anyone else know??)

listen to me, go away, i hate you, dont leave me

how do i deal with them

those demons in the night

i toss and turn

they wont leave me alone

these demons in the night

they settle in my head

and whisper in my ear

do it do it do it do it

no one will know

my soul screams in return

at those demons in the night

my hair is twisted

my pillows are balled up

i'm tangled in the sheets

my cat takes off tired of my thrashing about

will they go away tonight

will i give in to them

or can i appease them for one more night

they know my weaknesses so well

those demons in the night

they know the inner me

the real me

the me that hides away from the world

the me that no one really believes is me

they know just where to find me

they know just what to do

they know more than i

because i know not what to do

why am i me

why cant i just be

why wont they let me be

they exhaust me

i want to give in

temporary measures are temporary bandaids

and just don't cut it

thoughts of my children

help me to fight them off

my children

if i didnt have them

i wouldnt be here

tonight i say to them

those demons in the night

go away let me sleep you dont need to feed on me

not tonight

let me put you off for one more night

i will not give in to you tonight

and tomorrow will be a new day