I know that our eyes, ears, minds and hearts are turned toward Japan and its peoples. It’s hard to be thinking of anything else in the wake of such monumental destruction and loss. We grieve with them. We pray for them. And we send whatever support we can. No less is required of us.

And as we watch and pray and support, the daily rhythm of our lives continues.

So, I write.

With great difficulty.

But I write.

I’m sitting in the Sun L this morning writing at a little oak secretary that we inherited from Mr. G, honey’s family. You know the type — a pull-down top, five cubbyholes and two little drawers in the interior, and two large drawers underneath. It has a tiny straight backed chair that really needs a cushion. I throw a pillow on it. Comfort in all things.

I’ve always loved this secretary and keep trying to pry it out of the big guy’s paws, but that’s not going to happen. I need a cloaking device.

I’m sitting in the Sun L because it is the closest area to the patio doors to the backyard and…………sun.

Sun. Sun. Sun.

I need some. Bad.

Taking a Vitamin D tablet just isn’t the same.

Early Friday morning, I went to the nursery and bought myself some Spring.

I needed some. Bad.

I bought a pot of orange tulips that were just buds of tulip possibility.

That was then. This is now.

I bought a pot of yellow daffs that weren’t even peeking out of their leaves.

That was then. This is now.

I bought four little pots of primula in bold colors.

It costs a little fortune to buy Spring at this time of year. She doesn’t come cheap.

There are buds coming on our dwarf lilac in the back garden.

Spring. She may not come cheap, but she is a comin’.

Just around the corner.

Elen