Just Chatting...

My immediate surroundings currently look as if God began a painting from the ground up and it is still a work in progress.  For the ground is green and there are now buds on bushes and the perennials are beginning to break through the sod at a rapid rate.  However, the big trees continue to look as if they were sketched out and awaiting the paintbrush to fill in with color.  Such is April when spring was colder than usual in the Midwest.

This is the time of year when there is more to do than time and energy permits.  So I'm working a little at a time outside as well as a little at a time on spring housecleaning on the inside.  Every day brings with it new priorities of what must be accomplished now... for new growth... whether weeds or whatever... waits for no person.

It also means less computer time as I squeeze in book reviews and weekend posts amidst the real world work and have hopes of soon expanding into other days of the week again.  Miss Victoria is not pleased there have been no photos of her to show off since prior to the busy-ness and computer woes I'd just as soon not remember.  ;)

So I'm rerunning a favorite photo from two or three years ago.  I love the tippy toe stretch to see what lurks outside the window. She likes to view what is going on in her Queendom and wishes very much to have a face to face chat with the dogs next door.  Except she forgets she is now considered a geriatric kitty with her veterinarian and would no longer do well on her own in the cold cruel world.

So I leave you while I clean one shelf in the garage while dinner bakes in the oven.  The breakfast and lunch dishes are soaking in Mrs. Meyer's Lilac dish washing suds (thank you Meijers for selling their seasonal scents) and yes... that means I'm way behind on the day's gotta do's.  I desperately needed a nap in early afternoon. Even if it meant doing early morning dishes while dinner is in the oven. 

All of this and we haven't even started on the garden except cleaning up the mint and other herb raised beds.  This is exactly why I try not to complain too much in the bleak midwinter when the snow is falling and the winds are blowing and I can curl up reading on the sofa with a hot beverage without feeling guilty, whatsoever.  Sigh...

However, once the initial work is over... then comes the full enjoyment of nicer weather and garden and perennials and a clean deck and a prettied up porch.  Then I can sit on the porch with a book and a cold beverage and enjoy the fruits of our labor.  Something to look forward to as I keep chipping away, a little at a time, the work of spring.