Once January is over, things start stirring. The jonquils are
poking through the soil. It is so nice to see green poking up
out of this dry ground. We are due to have a rain tomorrow
and I am hoping against hope that we will because the wild
fires have started.

I am reading for escape. I have ordered the two new novels by Elizabeth George and P. D. James from the library and have
read everything that Tracy Chevalier has written. She writes
of Edwardian and Victorian England in a wondrous way. It all
comes alive. I am also joining a book club and I do hope it
is not one that dissects every book instead of enjoying it.
This is my way of caring for myself.

Ellie is going back to work today. I will go to my antique
club this morning and look in before and after and then
spend the afternoon there. She isn't going to work until
noon. She thrives on the attention she gets from the other
teachers so it will be good for her and then she will need
to take off for his appointments with the oncologist.

Spring is renewal and I am grateful that we are proceeding
in that direction. The drabness of winter just invites
depression. I really appreciate your support.