It was everything we wanted and SO much more: a dry spring day, inspiring a healthy sense of renewed life.
Yesterday was laid-back in a way----no urgency to rush around, attempting to get hundreds of outdoor "to do's" completed before the next rain cloud started dumping.
Nope, this was a day to putter around at projects while every so often taking a break to take it all in.
Life changed yesterday here at the Lovestead, and, happily, we're guaranteed more than just a few hours in between rain/snow storms to enjoy beauty and promise of spring.
Granted, we do have to wait a few days for the ground to dry out, but just knowing that it will finally happen is invigorating and uplifting.
My day involved a long visit with Mary, our neighbor across the road. We caught up a bit on family and mutual friends and on our individual visions for the future as "senior status" farm girls.
The subject of "I can't do all this anymore" did come up in our conversation as did exchanging strategies for graduating in to a different mode for adjusting to and addressing the obvious----that bodies do start falling apart, even those of tough farm girls.
While Mary and I visited near Love Canal, Bill continued working on his woodsman project in the south woods, along with the constant demand to serve as ball hurler to three beloveds.
Occasionally, Bill would get a break when Liam would finally wear down, albeit short-lived.
In the afternoon, I went to town and bought a toy for CB and friends. My shopping trip also netted a second small heater for the greenhouse.
Later, all baby plants made the big move outside, and, thankfully, this morning, it looks as if the heaters did the job of keeping them warm on their first outdoor sleepover.
My day also included a visit with my sisters and, later, with Willie and Debbie and the grandpuppies.
Lots of puppy love occurred as I sat in the Young Love's house, including the best-ever hug from Todd, the Wonder Dog.
Everywhere I traveled throughout my day----except for some stops on Facebook---the air of happy relief that spring had finally come was evident in both the faces and the conversation.
Thankfully, spring does offer a multitude of opportunities to avoid/escape the mean-spirited attacks that so dominate electronic conversations, especially during political season.
Which begs the question: when does political season end? Seems like "never" these days.
Nevertheless, Happy Days are here again in the Selle Valley, and I intend to make the most of them. Yesterday provided an ideal start.
Enjoy the photos. Happy Thursday.
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