so, what does hope look like?
Well, it takes on many shapes and forms, and sometimes you can't see it at all, but I believe I spotted a big ole chunka hope right outside my back door...
Before I get ahead of myself, here's how it began:
I'm trudging along this morning, wondering if it will be anything but grey outside, and cold, like it has been, for like ever now, and I'm all about getting to the coffeemaker asap, then off to the basement, and to get to the basement, I must now go out the back door, down the hill, around the herb garden, around the milkweed garden, through some mud, and then as I whack the cobwebs away, I bang loudly on the door in the event there might be something lurking inside and I'm kind enough to give it time to scurry away... I've never spotted anything in the basement, BUT (see how big that but was?!), it's a 200-year-old-partially-unfinished-farmhouse basement. I just know something creepy and crawly must be making a home down there.
But I digress... so I'm all blah, blah feeling and not appreciating the day I was gifted with, when all of a sudden I was like, "OOOO OOOOOO OOOOO." Except there was no one to tell but the dog and he really doesn't care what's popping out of the ground unless it were a steak bone and steak bones popping out of the ground hardly ever happens around these parts.
It was a total attitude adjustment! I got over myself real quick and erased the shame from my head so that I could enjoy my little discovery.
My husband stopped in around lunchtime and I showed him and told him the great news, and he's all like, "You're too easy. " He tells me that a lot and thinks he's a very lucky man. And I'm just saying that he'll be a lucky man if I let him be my date tonight because right before he left at lunch, he informed me that the daffodils come up quicker there because it's right beside the dryer vent. I told him to get out. He tried to hug and kiss me but I told him that him and his little fund raiser could just go back to work now. They weren't appreciated here in Sunnyville.
I'm sorry, but I was a parade and he the rain. What else can I say? He had to go.
Before I get ahead of myself, here's how it began:
I'm trudging along this morning, wondering if it will be anything but grey outside, and cold, like it has been, for like ever now, and I'm all about getting to the coffeemaker asap, then off to the basement, and to get to the basement, I must now go out the back door, down the hill, around the herb garden, around the milkweed garden, through some mud, and then as I whack the cobwebs away, I bang loudly on the door in the event there might be something lurking inside and I'm kind enough to give it time to scurry away... I've never spotted anything in the basement, BUT (see how big that but was?!), it's a 200-year-old-partially-unfinished-farmhouse basement. I just know something creepy and crawly must be making a home down there.
But I digress... so I'm all blah, blah feeling and not appreciating the day I was gifted with, when all of a sudden I was like, "OOOO OOOOOO OOOOO." Except there was no one to tell but the dog and he really doesn't care what's popping out of the ground unless it were a steak bone and steak bones popping out of the ground hardly ever happens around these parts.
It was a total attitude adjustment! I got over myself real quick and erased the shame from my head so that I could enjoy my little discovery.
My husband stopped in around lunchtime and I showed him and told him the great news, and he's all like, "You're too easy. " He tells me that a lot and thinks he's a very lucky man. And I'm just saying that he'll be a lucky man if I let him be my date tonight because right before he left at lunch, he informed me that the daffodils come up quicker there because it's right beside the dryer vent. I told him to get out. He tried to hug and kiss me but I told him that him and his little fund raiser could just go back to work now. They weren't appreciated here in Sunnyville.
I'm sorry, but I was a parade and he the rain. What else can I say? He had to go.
posted by Lisa at
10:22 AM
4 Comments:
I love that! I've been stalking my bulbs and none of mine are as ambitious as yours. I'll just gaze at your photo and pretend. Oh, and the "I was the parade and he was the rain", simply brilliant my dear..brilliant. I'm stealing it. K?
steal away! if your hubby is ever shooting down your brilliant ideas, you just point to yourself and say parade, point to him and say rain, then hold up both hands, palms toward him and exclaim, "that's all i'm sayin'".
Your picture warmed my heart. The first beautiful shoots that we see around this time of year do indeed fill us with hope. When I finally see them, no one can possibly rain on my parade. I go around smiling all day long. I'm happy for you.
Lisa - Thanks for stopping by. Let me know how the new feeder works out (feeder and bird supply shopping are among my favorite excursions).
Are you offering a basket of suet and source of water, as well? My giant suet cage, stocked with raw suet, is always full of Downy Woodpeckers and chickadees. And the birds are constantly at the birdbaths, even with our recent snow.
Hope you have a field guide for identifying all those backyard beauties......... Deb
(I covet your Narcissus shoots!)
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