I don't think that I have ever looked forward to spring quite so eagerly or felt so cheated. March came roaring in like a lion and now that it has warmed up, the rain and drizzle are constant. I need to prune the roses while I still can. The deadline is March fifteenth.
Ted has a beautiful and sweet psychiatrist and he has an appointment with her today. He is looking forward to it...usually he hates those V.A. appointments.
I really admire those young women in the harder professions like medicine and engineering. I wish that I had gone on and got my PHD. I let the pursuit of pleasure get in the way.
Planning a little mini garden is fun. Tomatoes just don't taste right when they are picked green and shipped to the store. My sage and rosemary survived the winter. I have a small patch of garlic as well. Some house plants have survived and ferns will have to be purchased. I can't seem to hold them over. I don't have the north light they love, or rather I do but the heating vents are right next to it which they hate.
I am having to put Jose on a diet. It is painful for both of us but he has put on way too much weight this winter. As a matter of fact, we both have so I guess we will diet together and if it ever gets warm enough, we will get some exercise.