I’m at the nail salon getting my nails painted pink for Spring. Soft classical music is playing and women are relaxing as they are pampered by the lovely nail specialists. One of the workers is spraying a fine mist of water all over a large potted plant. Another is trimming her split ends, waiting for a customer. I’ve already been to the coffee shop for a matcha and a yogurt, and the post office to mail out two orders for my eBay shop, and goodwill, which I haven’t been to in a month. I did find some nice items for my store and also for the grandbabies, I’m most excited about the Woody and the Jessie dolls, both of which no longer speak. No matter, already damaged toys are still worthy sometimes. Lucy loves Toy Story these days.
Next day…….
It’s the next day now. It’s 9:07am. I slept so well last night that I still feel groggy. I just watched YouTube while drinking my coffee (decaf, bc thyroid). It’s a cold, wet morning but the birds are singing their springtime melodies. They are happy to see the green leaves beginning to pop from the branches of trees, and the flowers opening at the ends of their stems. They can’t help but sing about it. I’m similar to a bird, because my heart can’t help but sing when I see the first violets appear. A joyous heart-song for my birth month flower, so numerous now in my garden after I transplanted wild ones there years ago. This spring I was down south when they first opened but my faithful blog-land friend (who shares a February birthday) sent me a photo just moments after I was telling my family that I needed to go hunt for a violet (it was time) because “Thia and I always do this in the spring”. Thia must have sensed me speaking of her because this is what I saw when I next opened Facebook messenger …no words…
Rich and I and the kids got home very late but the next day as soon as I was able, I took my “first violet” photo, too. For Thia, and all us February babies, a topic which Seth is quite offended by as the two of us used to be the only ones in the family to be born in February but now in a matter of one year, two more babies were born in “our” month! How dare they!
Unrelated: I was at goodwill yesterday and I found two magazines from the 90s on the bookshelf that I figured I could cut up for my art journal. One of them was an early Martha Stewart Living magazine. just for kicks I looked it up on eBay and found out that it’s worth over a hundred dollars!!!!!!!!!!!!!but only if the recipe card insert isn’t torn out. And alas, in the copy I have they are missing. But still! Now I know. Have you seen her documentary on Netflix? After watching I became a huge fan. I’m guessing a lot of us are now, if the value of her early magazines are any indication.
One last thing:
Good to be Home 