I turned the page on my calendar from March to April last night before I went to bed. April finds me in fast-forward mode; a state of mind that often manifests itself when I am expecting and am anxious to get through the rest of a pregnancy. I mark time by the appointments with my midwives (it's a clinic, hence the plural). My next visit is in four weeks. Then come the two week appointments, then the weekly appointments which I hope, frankly, last only two weeks themselves. I know it's dangerous, but I am already banking on an early arrival for this baby.
In the meantime, my tulips will open and my crocuses, bursts of small cheery brightness, will wither under a brighter sun. My rolling lawn (rather uncomfortable to sit on) will green up and I will dream about ripping it out one day and laying down sod, nice and even.
Today there is a covering of spring snow on the lawn. It is icy and white and will probably melt by this afternoon. I shall drink a lot of water, hope to get the dishes done and the bed made, and look forward to Spring.
image from here
That picture is so inexplicably emotive. Maybe it was the combination with the title of the post.
ReplyDeleteI was reading your post and thinking about the pic of the tulips, thinking, "I'm going to comment on that pic; it is so lovely." Then I find that ro ro riot beat me to it!
ReplyDeleteI was intrigued by the title of your blog. A line from an old Simon & Garfunkle song. I woke up yesterday with that line in my head. Strange how the mind works sometimes.
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