I am basking in the glory of birdsong this morning. Robins are everywhere, I have heard the all-important-to-spring redwing blackbirds, and today I heard my first bluebird. O frabjous day! I also noticed that the red squirrel has been chewing on the opening to the bluebird house. Bloody rodents.
The back deck has received its first brooming and I hope there is time for it to dry before the rain starts tomorrow. Both dogs are comatose, having spent a good half hour racing through the sheep paddocks, enjoying the space and smells.
I am contemplating a gluten free Irish soda bread for Sunday dinner with my sister and mother. Speaking of which/whom (mother) things are definitely on the downward slide. It seems like someone flipped the dementia switch and there is very little conversing with her now. There's a lot of back and forth to VT now and I'm trying to support my sister as much as possible. Mom is going into comfort care at home and I am very grateful that Vermont has such a great elder care set-up and that my sister is such a rare gem.
Meanwhile, I've been starting seeds and just standing outside, taking deep breaths. And trying not to think of ticks.
Another entry into my wacko life journal - yesterday, when I went to drop off Mom's tax info, I aimed my key fob at the door to unlock it and, instead of hearing the usual beep, I heard a Canada goose honk. Pause. Tried again, same thing. But it was all in the timing - I looked up to see two geese flying overhead. It made me think that Subaru should offer various animal sounds on their remote devices. You could recreate an entire jungle in a parking garage!
My Irish wish to you all:
May the wind be always at your back and up your nose, and may your blessings outweigh your woes.
(Sometimes I just kill myself...)