Monday, May 1, 2017

Hooray, Hooray, the First of May...

... I sure hope it's warm where you are because it's barely 40 degrees, windy, and rainy here.  See?  I saw a flicker of a Cardinal at the feeder but it's even too crummy out there for the birds today.

The forsythia is still blooming happily and the poppy leaves are getting bigger but no buds yet.  The bleeding heart is getting big and the blueberry buds are swelling nicely.  If only the sun would shine...



My big accomplishment last night was getting the May pages of my Bullet Journal set up.  Ooh, way to get the job done, Barbara.

May 1--Frida Kahlo, Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird.  She wore the necklace as if it were priceless gems and not digging into her flesh with every step.  The stuffed hummingbird hanging like a bauble from the thorny noose moved like it struggled to get away.  People looked at her and then looked away in pity or in anger as if her presence forced them to acknowledge their own frailties.  If anyone had bothered to look at her, to really see her, they would have been moved by how fragile her calm was, how near to trembling her slightly pursed lips were, and how deliberate her steps were as if she walked on broken glass.

I have a feeling that I'm going to do nearly nothing today.  I'll make sure that all the full-spectrum lights are on all day.  Come on, sunshine.

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