Hello, Readers!
We have ourselves some warmer temps
in Erie, PA today.
The ice is melting off!
It's got me Dreaming of Spring.
Whitford is dreaming, too--
although he has not known Spring,
as we found him last Summer.
I know we'll be burning fires in the woodstove
for a month or more yet,
but official spring is just three weeks away.
Eloise is ready.
The sap is starting to run.
The winter sown seeds are getting some much needed sunshine!
The seeds were about as happy as we were
after a USA Men's Hockey Gold Medal win on Sunday!
Also as happy as Ellen and Charlie
getting their first sourdough loaf to work.
Dreaming of Spring during the
goodbye,
see-ya-later days of Winter,
makes for some very muddy dreams!
Look at this cool shoe bag from my friends
at Two Crafty Girls!
Perfect for muddy days
or frequent trips to bowling alleys
where wet shoes are a no-no.
(psssst! Here's the secret---one of the crafty girls
is a student at Clark Elementary!)
What I've really been Dreaming of lately
are all of my garden projects!
There are so many things I want to build--
or in truth,
want Mr. Lamp Post to build for me.
I let the universe decide the first project.
I did the Winter Solstice practice
of writing down 12 things on pieces of paper
(my things were projects but they could be wishes, goals, destinations, etc).
You burn one each evening without opening it.
On New Year's Eve the final two are left.
One is burned
and the last one left is opened.
Mine was.....
Build a bean teepee!
I saw one when we went to the Erie County Fair
in Buffalo, NY,
and instantly fell in love.
Here are a few others I'm sketching out
in my
Plant Lady notebook:
A sunflower room!
I'll put some Bee Boats inside, for sure!
I'd really love this herb spiral.
I'm a potato gal,
so this could be neat:
I just realized I have a lot of stuff to start collecting.
That's what Dreaming gets you, I guess.
The absurdness of this nation's leadership,
has me discussing
(the polite term, used it a very loose way)
current policies,
past histories,
and the foreboding link between the two.
I've learned that flies can't be reasoned with.
I'll be making my sweetness this weekend--
maple syrup, though,
not honey.
Flies,
you can fly right on by.
I don't have energy to waste on you.
Eloise
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