The setting moon this morning was just as beautiful as the rising sun. Blessing. If we take the time to notice, blessing is everywhere. Sometimes I feel so thick when I trudge around as if in a fog and then am brought up short by the blessings all around me. After I run and the chores are done and I finally sit down to write, I look out the window and see two bright little yellow birds flitting around in our trees-playing in the morning breeze. They are like tiny balls of sunshine flashing from branch to branch spreading joy all over the blossoms emerging from the frost. Amazing. This spring is so different from the last several with the cold and the moisture, bringing with it birds we’ve not seen and relief from the 87 degrees it was on this day last year! I don’t know how many people still rely on the Farmer’s Almanac, but it has been right on this year.
I have to wonder if all this difference in weather has pronounced the death knoll for my wash machine. Suddenly, it has decided that spinning is optional and since it won’t spin, it simply lets the water out the bottom. Living where we do, repair would not happen until June because of the schedule being full. But that is okay, because last night the poor thing sang its death song and no longer requires the repair team. Maybe I’ll plant flowers in it.