Parties. People gathered. Memories shared, gained, and captured.
The lost remembered. The missing mentioned.
The air filled with flash, chatter, and aromas.
Birthdays saying, 'I am one year wiser.'
And, 'Thanks for noticing.
Now go on with the everyday.'
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Yesterday's soggy surface is today's frozen tundra.
As you can see my blog-a-day pledge has fallen short. To say the very least.
I must say I had the very best intentions, but then I fell short. I did take this picture with the intention of this blog. But I also intended for it to be posted on 3-3-11.
That didn't happen.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
A Bit Like Spring
For the past several years - over a decade - I haven't had to worry about Spring. It was, or became, a season that simply followed Winter because as everyone knows Winter in Tampa is just another word.
It doesn't have the same connotation as it does in the northeast. It isn't the reward - or glimpse of the reward - after months and months of (damp, cold) punishment. The groundhog's activity in Tampa is inconsequential.
But not here. Not here. Here Spring is like Santa, waiting for Christmas, or a fairy tale.
From under the heavy white bows of Winter's snow the coming of Spring seems as fanciful as stepping into a wardrobe and coming out in another land.
That is why soggy, unfrozen ground beneath my boots is a comfort. For a Spring-like day to don the front steps of March says, "Spring is on its way!"
I welcome my newfound friend.
** A bit of a personal note
This month I decided to participate in NaBloPoMo, which basically means I vow to write a blog a day for the month, adhering to the theme, which I have done, though a bit unconventionally.
If you are a detail person, you will discover that this very first blog was not posted on the very first day of March, but I will have you know that it WAS written on the first of March, in the Starbucks in Mashpee between the hours of 5 and 6 as I waited for my son to be done with kung fu. (Alibi submitted.)
It was also not a well-planned-out blog as you can tell from the above photograph. It was written on the only piece of paper in my purse to be deemed writeable. Sure I could have brought my laptop, but what's the fun in that? I thought we should start out this little introduction in full on me mode. (I am a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type of girl.)
So there you have it, my guilty little disclaimer.