It is cold here.
Spring is showing up in the sight of new flowers, buds on trees ( makes me sneeze) and a green haze over everything.
Spring is showing up in the sound of birds, and geese flying over honking and ..... the sound of me sneezing.
Hello Hay Fever .. I am back.
Or perhaps it is just a cold.
You know .. you fly from Summer/Fall back to Winter/Spring, it rains, the temperatures are low, you have to go househunting regardless ... the heat in a 200 year old house is not something one would choose if one were thin blooded from living in a warm climate .. whine whine.
But ... it is so beautiful wherever I look.
Even if I just look up , out of the skylight upstairs, to the stars at night, the tree tops, the geese flying over in formation, honking as they go.
The little bitty tiny birds in the grass, the bright red cardinal standing out among the drab little sparrows.. the baby calves seen at a farm, the horses napping in a field when the sun was warm ..
I don't sound so good and I have a cold but a whine does slip out now and then but it is really wonderful to be here and now we go meet the realtor.
My dream house is waiting impatiently for me to find it.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
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