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Monday, April 27, 2015
  • The war has begun and I have lost the first skirmish. I bought some pansies at the store last week. A six-pack of spinach jumped into my cart to keep them company. I planted the pansies and half of the spinach into a raised planter. The rest of the spinach went into the garden. A day later everything was settling in nicely.
  • I turned a profit on my walk yesterday. As I rounded a corner I spied two battered pennies on the ground.
  • Sometimes I am amazed at how much my life has changed through the years.
  • That was interesting. I attended a woodcarving show and exhibition this past Saturday. It was the first time I had been to one of these shows as an exhibitor. I shared a table with the president of our local carving club. Two of the other club members had tables on either side of us. 
  • It’s official. Spring has arrived at last.
  • A package of ferns jumped into my cart at the store today. A small bag of flower fertilizer soon joined it. I managed to escape before the entire cart overflowed with promises waiting to be fulfilled.
  • What a difference a week makes. Last weekend we woke up to almost a half-foot of new snow. As there was no chance of it melting on its own, we decided to shovel the white stuff off of the driveway.
  • Nine short years ago I became a grandmother. It seems like yesterday that I held a tiny bundle in my arms and read her the first story she ever heard while her mother listened and her Aunt Chrisie took pictures. 
  • I am a wimp. There, I’ve said it. All my courage is gone. It had been sapped by a lifetime of listening to my mother telling me to be careful, to stay home if it is bad outside. 
  • I engaged in a bit of time travel last week. We had been invited to meet our great-niece on her one-month birthday. My sister-in-law, Sue, was visiting her first grandchild. She had invited us to have lunch with her, the baby’s mother, Margaret, and most importantly, the new baby, Isabella. We were told we could only come if we promised not to call the baby Izzy. Reluctantly, we agreed. 
  • It’s the sweetest time of the year. I’m not talking about Valentine’s Day or even my birthday. 
  • Today is Groundhog Day. 
  • Whenever I was sick as a child my mom would boil what looked like thin sheets of wood in a pan, then pour the liquid into a heavy cup. She would add lots of milk and sugar to the pink concoction before handing it to me to sip. This was sassafras tea and never failed to make me feel better. 
  • It must be winter as my mailbox is filling up with plant catalogs. 
  • “What is that jingling sound?” I wondered. I was half asleep and my brain was still fuzzy. 
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