Itchy fingers. It’s what I have.
To be doing this again.
I’m itching to get out in the great outdoors and start the post winter spring cleanup. Or as we are fondly referring to it around here — Wring and Sprinter. We can’t tell one from the other. Even yesterday, we had five minutes of a noisy snow-rain-sleet combo, which I not so fondly referred to as Canadian Clipper Crap.
But I’m so over it.
Itchy fingers. Even in the midst of paint-prep.
It’s what I have.
There are little green shoots everywhere, poking through the dead matter of winter. The daffs that were standing tall and proud succumbed to freezing rain, and now are attempting to stand tall and proud once again. I discovered a patch of daffs I plunked in the front garden behind a rock last year and completely forgot about. That’s the kind of surprise I like. I just want to clear it all out. It being the garden. Do the great reveal. But that’s not in the best interests of those little green shoots.
Hurry up and wait!
Fence Guys are coming Sunday to put in a new section of fence. I’m pumped about that. I can finally plant those Bobo Hydrangea I’ve had my eye on. Or it might be Snowball Hydrangea. Drat! It should be the perfect spot.
In Other News ~
I might be one episode away from finishing Downton Abbey Season 6. Sobs! But just in time for Outlander, Season 2. Yay!
I might be bouncing between Sugarland and Queen today.
We Will Rock You
Down In Mississippi (Up to No Good)
Another One Bites the Dust
These Are the Days
It might be time to watch A Knight’s Tale again. I can’t believe it’s 15 years old. Ouch!
I might be one step away from total sleep deprivation. Gracie Golden Senior Pup is suffering from the onset of senior doggy anxiety. It used to be related to just thunderstorms and fireworks. It’s become more generalized and nighttime is the worst. As far as she is concerned, I am the pack leader and her mama, and she expects me to solve this problem.
Fix it, mama. Fix it!
It’s like living with a newborn. We’re experimenting with a thunder shirt and white noise at the moment. Fingers crossed.
It’s all good.
Here be Hump Day.
Let’s just embrace every single second of it. Every drama. Every joy.
Exits left wielding a roll of Green FrogTape.
How goes it, A to Z Challengers?