So, I went to change my header the other day, to something more spring like, and I got a message saying I've maxed out my allotted free picture room. No more pictures until I figure out what to do. I am interested to hear from other bloggers, your experiences and what you've done when you get to this stage. For five dollars I can buy more room. I know it isn't much, but if the blog is going to cost money, it does raise the option that I could post adds and make money... I'm generally very anti add. I don't like clutter on pages or advertisements in general. What do you guys think?
Complete topic change: All I want to do is write and read. What do I fantasize about while washing dishes? Solitude. Days and days to myself. I would clean the house and then it would stay that way. I'd eat salads and nibble on raw foods, and take a complete break from the kitchen, from the stove and dirty dishes. And then I'd sit and let it all pour out at the computer, taking breaks to curl up in the sun with a good book. What does it say about myself and my life that I want to live in fictional worlds other than my own? I've been contemplating this question for a year now, with few answers. I feel like the Little Engine That Could, repeating in my head over and over to myself, "I love my life, I love my life, I love my life." And I do, don't I? Am I having a midlife crisis already or is it just spring time?
I'm not sure if I've written this already here, or if it has just been on my mind so often - but either way it bears repeating. For most the winter I feel like I'm doing just fine. People are complaining, moaning and groaning all around me about how cold and dark it is and how they'd rather be elsewhere. And I, myself feel just fine. Then about this time of year; March, April, it is like I've woken up from a long dark dreary sleep that I do not want to ever return to. When I think of next winter, my only thought is of ESCAPE!
We are finally in full spring mode here. Mud and water everywhere. The river down our driveway has finally dried up. There is still a glacier of snow in our backyard. I hunger for warmer days, but I know the end of cold nights will bring an abundance of mosquitoes after all that snow. The bees are collecting pollen. The pussy willows are budding. The goats are laying out in the sun all day. From the middle to late afternoon, if the sun is out, we can get by on the back porch without sweatshirts. But when the sun goes behind the clouds or when the wind blows across the glacier, we are reminded that it is still April.
I did till two small beds by hand and plant cold hardy greens, scallions and some beets. I covered the beds with clear plastic. Half the garden is still under snow. I laid out plastic row covers from last summer to thaw the beds quicker. The strawberry plants, comfrey and poppies are still green from last year. The iris shoots are coming up. The raspberry canes are budding out. I should feel thrilled with life today, shouldn't I? I suppose it is time to forget about chores and go sit in the sun. I hope you all are feeling perkier than I on this April afternoon.
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