The rosemary, sage and parsley all survived our really
mild winter. I was surprised to see them flourishing
when I went out to mow the back yard in preparation for
the weed killing person to come and spray. The weeds
are disgustingly healthy too.
When I put my winter clothing away, I realized that I
had not worn a heavy coat even once all winter. We only
used the fireplace a few times. I am not complaining
because I hate cold weather but climate change seems to
be happening faster than anticipated.
My eighty seventh birthday is creeping up and will arrive
on Sunday. Where did the time go? I am grateful for
my good health that permits me to take care of Ted and
enjoy my family. However, in case you haven't realized
it, the inner self stays sixteen no matter how old you
become.
Happy Easter.