Flo and Ming, rescued from the duck-weed covered frog pond. Finally.
Sun shining full-on again, Mr. Moon home because banks close for everything and today is President's Day which quite frankly, I have no clue about. Did President Obama wake up this morning and think, "Maybe I'll have pancakes this morning. It is, after all, my day."?
I have no medical appointments this week. Do you hear that? None. Every time I feel a wave of anxiety I remember that fact and take a deep breath. Of course, even as I take that breath, my crazy-brain just hops over that short wall to another well-worn track of something to worry about and races on. But it's not so bad today. Not so bad at all on this cloudless, blue-sky day where I have no medical appointments and can take a walk and do whatever it is I need or want to do.
It could be a good day to try out that grout-cleaner!
The mulberry tree is putting out tiny leaves, the fig trees are swelling at the tips. The Buck-Eye is leafing out.
Elvis poses by the thrusting-up Trillium under the oak tree.
It is Monday and it is the beginning of a new week and spring is a train which has left the station and here we are and my brain is being rewired and it is time to go take a walk and we have had our oatmeal and I ain't complaining.